Small victories and a sense of the possible.
Is it enough?
No -- and that is why you push on. Even the almost infinite sadness of the streetcorners you pass can't stop you (that, too, shall be redeemed!) And here is anywhere as the silence deepens in which the one Voice is heard, that still deception. and things stand out simply like the shapes on your street when the light lengthens and you know what must be as your voice calls forth (if haltingly) the victory that already is.