"If the wind were colors/ And if the air could speak..."

I wish all weeks could be like the previous two.

Last week I wrote more in any seven-day period than I have in over two years--thank you, health and grief, for cooperating!--and then this past week, my dear friend, Kate, rolled through town from San Francisco and we had a rollicking good time. The atmosphere is always more buoyant when she's near and I haven't laughed so hard in awhile.

So, so lucky the people in my life are, in fact, the people in my life.