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four-legged Luna / watches her namesake show off / best moon pie dog treat. The wind hints at rain so we see grandpa off and head for home, its windows “brazen in the setting sun.” pansy faces wink / as four Beatles sing their song / “I Want to Hold Your Hand”  

Gloria Johnson, Letitia James, Bayard Rustin...Trust, Activism, Determination. "Nothing that’s easy is worth it / Nothing that’s worth it is perfect, yeah.”  Yeah.  Hearing someone say “I would take it all for ya.”  Yeah.  Saying to someone “I would take it all for ya.” Yeah. "Let It Be Me" sing the Backstreet Boys.  

Yes, bravehearts, Harry Dunn and E. Jean Carroll. And two more for Valentine’s Day. Exquisite sweetness.  Two songs—two songstresses.  Back then—right now.  Comeback players—heart massagers.     

From samba and tapas to voting rights and college hoops. Maybe a poem now. Two?  Perhaps a song. Dos? I think I see you.  Quaffing our tumblers, here’s to beauty’s sweetest sweep.

Tomorrow presents this year’s shortest period of daylight.  Bit by bit, each day the light will last longer.  Fortunately, sometimes we can stare directly at headlights on high beam, warmed by their glow. High-beamers Ruby Freeman and her daughter Shaye Moss brighten the darkness.  These Georgia election workers exemplify the best of this country.  

What courage Ana Lucia musters.  When will her heart heal?  Where will that American dream take her?  How unforgettable, seeing her love outlive death.

Tennis fans tune in Saturday for “Breakfast at Wimbledon” to feast on the Women’s Championship played on famed Centre Court.  White lines and tennis clothes, fresh strawberries and cream, worn grass and pageantry. Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova often met on this Saturday—Evert a 10-time finalist with three titles, Navratilova a 12-time finalist with nine winner’s trophies. This duo wins their sweetest match right now, however, fighting together against a nasty foe.

Gun control activism grows fast, especially among the young, throughout the country.  Smart.  Let strong-willed sanity suck thoughts of gun violence from our psyches. Now, pivoting to riveting, hat doffs to two people with great ground games.  Plus, heart tugging thanks to bluebirds and snails. 

Meet Grace Linn.  Root for Autumn Peltier.  Hail the Tennessee Three. Capping off today, Brad Mehldau makes elegantly simple piano-sense of  “I Am the Walrus.”  Here’s to playing the keys of life as melodically. Pansies. Us.  Melodies-in-the-making.

How about the liberating rewards that come from seeking both this and that?  Why not make the educational goal to innovate and incorporate course offerings, rather than reduce and eliminate them?  Ramp up our imagining and reimagining, starting over and creating, expanding and evolving, experimenting and adjusting, listening to others and challenging ourselves.

Progress never stops.  Love always wins.  Poets heat February.  Musicians rock love. Sun—hold that note—sun….

Dawn never flashes her signal on an old day. Thank you, pansy and bluebird pairings.  Freshly-squeezed limes.  Coffee aromas.  Simmering onions. Loosening muscles. missing capital letters, thank you. Thank you, Webb Telescope. Thank you, awaited envelope. Thank you, cracks in everything. Seeing hearts singing, thank you