It’s about an hour before midnight, an hour before Easter.
An hour before the brightest day of the year.
I wonder if this was the darkest hour. Maybe? Maybe not?
I’m sure that Thursday night was horrible. I’m sure that Friday morning was really really bad.
But for now, for me, with a storm brewing outside. I’m left in darkness, looking forward to the brightness of tomorrow. Easter is coming. An empty tomb awaits. A better day for tomorrow.