no light on the beach at night

thats this picture; of wind blowing hard on straw-like tall grass; whipping. we drank a corona in the dark night on this North Carolina beach (that may not look the same in a few days) to good times. i think we're all just a little bit luckier every day with each new disaster that passes us by (those of us untouched). it really makes me wonder about the times. i mean, not to be trite, if not tediously repetitive, but with-- 9/11, an endless war, natural disasters like Katrina, the steadily rising upper class, (last year there was a 1.1 million increase in the number of Americans living below the poverty line, compared with 2003) a faltering education system, never ending relief $$ from somewhere (?) pouring into tragedy after tragedy, and a political disaster like Bush, put in charge of it all--how are we supposed to view our condition? remain optimistic in the face of overwhelming adversity, ad nauseum? i wonder sometimes how history will judge this time period. i have my worries. i mean, recently i havent even been able to think much about the future, i'm just grateful to have what i have right now- a decent job, health insurance, a place to call home- these things seem to be becoming less and less the norm and more like luxuries, even in the great and mighty America! then to top it all off, as i walk out to go to work this morning, after thinking all this, i see todays newspaper headline across the hall to brighten my day... serious.ly. no joke. this really happened.