For me afternoons are my low point. If I'm depressed or feeling a little down, chances are it's the afternoon. One drizzly afternoon, as I started out on my walk, the world looked and felt bleak, dreary and wet. But as I walked I noticed how the rain had carpeted the sidewalk with white petals from a dogwood tree, how it had heightened the rusty red of a crape myrtle’s bark, and how it had draped a grey gauze over downtown, making it green and dreamy, like a place I’d want to live.