When I was younger, I read stories of the Black Death and wondered how did people cope? What did they think when they heard the carts rattling out in the streets as they hauled away the dead. Not to dwell on the end, but on how strong people actually are. A hundred years or so after the plague raced through Europe we had the renaissance. Kind of like a fire racing through a grove of redwoods - new life everywhere afterwards.

Very nice, Sally.