There is no sun in northwest Ohio today. The skylights on the back porch are no brighter than my laptop screen. After so many days of slab gray, a sunbeam striking the tops of the bare trees beyond my window would fill my heart with hope. But, like the rest of nature in this winter-locked land, I'll wait. Click Thoreau to pass some time musing about the wisdom that may come of watching a sunrise, listening and waiting.