Everyday, I tell myself that I will improve my world enough, so that anyone who should enter it, can't help but feel better for it... even if just a little. I thought about my mantra a lot today while walking along the river. Some days it feels futile and others not. It's always some simple thing that steers me back on my way. As it should be. Grey skies and rain. Dozens of downed trees, brought to you by beavers and wind.