Apr 27, 2021

But still, life is beautiful.

When I die, let me sleep in the rain that falls on the trees, in the rain that falls on the ocean. Let me sleep easy in the wetness that brings life. 


The moon is just over half-fat, and waning. Not yet sunrise. The air tells me that a storm is on the way.

See my wife limp? Her ankle troubles her. And I also limp; my knees are shot. Time is catching up with us. 

But still, life is beautiful, the earth is beautiful. See the dark streaks of color in the predawn sky. See my wife’s sly smile. 


"As much as we need a prosperous economy, we also need a prosperity of kindness and decency." 

-Caroline Kennedy


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