A wave of sadness rolls over me, but it is not mine. It rises from a world of broken hearts left in the wake of death, disease, and the love that flies toward a target but misses it.

The sadness subsides when a mother takes the hand of her child as they cross the road, or a pair of young lovers becomes giddy with shock that something as beautiful as their love has blossomed.

Even if all is not right with the world, some things are.