Whether attentively driving home on a bustling lane-changing Chicago expressway, preparing dinner for your family and warming a single portion for your child at some school practice, watching the nightly news with its nightly, frightening stories; or like me gazing out my west side kitchen bay window – we each may glance, see, glare or admire once more at our earth’s many slowly, changing, glowing colors or those darker melancholy clouds easing themselves downward. Downward? Or, to begin a new morning.

Is it Advent? Is it a change? Is it just another sunset only to be repeated tomorrow?