I come home and work with Jane. We are refining Breast Stroke and it is quite a delight, to return to words of the past and see if perhaps there is a little more clarity to be found, in the book, and in ourselves, which was always the purpose. What more can we uncover and hold in our hands like a stone?
Jon Carroll has fireflies in his column today. We, who grew up, where they came out on summer nights, can relate to the joy of that.
The news is that this Super Tuesday is perceived by many as bigger than the Super Bowl.
I am excited, and remember how my parents loved to gather around the TV and watch the election returns. Enthusiasm is back. Apathy is out. I am thrilled with the sparkle of this day. I see fireflies in daylight, hold the moon in my hands, and use it like a spoon.