This morning while curving along a curving county road through dark woods I thought about the Dow crashing down crazily yesterday. And then I was up on an overpass, bursting into the bright sunshine and merging down onto the interstate. The maple woods were bright green and for the first time in a month the morning air was cool through my short sleeves. Looking around at the woods I thought, these trees were probably here in 2008, in 1987, in 1929. Not worried about the Dow. And probably I don’t need to be worried either. Because what a glorious day.