Today reminds me of a Truman Capote quote that an old friend shared with me:
"All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all, does not last forever, does it? There is summer, too, and spring, through sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always."
I don't know where that quote comes from. I don't remember anything of his being quite so up hopeful and uplifting. But there you go.