I woke at sunrise to find a veil of mist floating above the reservoir behind our home. Translucent clouds drifting over steel gray water, slowly vanishing in the rising amber light. It’s moments like this that make life bearable these days. Beauty in the midst of madness.

Each day, I do my best to find joy wherever I can. A tiny goldfinch trading seed with a friend at the feeder. A heron floating through the sky, her long, graceful wings effortlessly moving air. An autumn leaf aflame in its endi...