In mourning, how can the sun rise?

Following up on the woman *not* in pink from 2 days ago, I saw her again this morning. I was running with a friend. We stopped to say Good Morning and ask if she was feeling any better about the world. “No, but I am getting there,” she replied. The sun was coming up above the horizon. Pink and purple above bright orange. Magestic! She flatters me with c…