I had a tequila sunrise in a bowling alley for brunch.
Fresh basil is growing in the garden.My daughter danced with me and didn’t want to let go.
A grandmother took a broken piano from my garage; when it’s fixed she’ll teach her neighbor children how to play.
There is chocolate in a cigar ashtray shaped like a cat.
I will go to sleep tonight knowing the ground is wet, the grass is deep Wisconsin green, and my children have lived this long without heartbreak.
For thirty-seven years I have not worked hard enough, but I’ll start again tomorrow and again tomorrow after.
There is music. There is always music.