Overlooking Lake Columbus: there is a drought. See mud and rivulets of brown water; people are canoeing and being dragged through the mud. We look down over a cloud bank: see a man who turns and spins like on a ferris wheel but does not fall - I empathize as I see him twirl three or four times; then after a while I see the lake clean again. I am thankful. - Later sitting next to Marissa and Father Andrew, "Yes, almost always I have my spirits lifted."...