I eventually went out in the aftermath to take some photos of the enormous cemetery in my area (it's on the hill in the distance of the photo above). The sun was heading down on a still-overcast day, not exactly the golden hour but nice enough with the snow already melting and the sakura in blossom.
When destiny comes to a man from outside, it lays him low, just as an arrow lays a deer low. When destiny comes to a man from within, from his innermost being, it makes him strong, it makes him into a god…
—Hermann Hesse