The delight in remembering: The lilac bushes! begins a special kind of swooning that is Salt Lake in the spring, then the summer, then the fall.
And. The best mornings (and nights leading into these mornings), are the ones where you remember all the millions of things both terribly sad and terribly joyous that brought you to this brand new second. All those terribly sad things flip over at once and you can see what they did: carve a space for something very beautiful and capable of making something beautiful. And the happy things—they flip over too (into constellations or something else mysterious but visible).
Paul was not messing around when he said: faith! hope! charity!
Don't ever forget.
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And now for your thursday soundtrack:
Two songs that sound like the lilacs on Foothill boulevard & 1300 south and everywhere else in the city. Listen to them loud (double loud). Special thanks to PWB (for EmmyLou). Special thanks to F8 for the early-morning conversation—