|Ken Lee, thank you for the sky I couldn't capture.|
Every day, possibly every moment if I thought quickly enough, I could find reminders of why, in spite of how relentlessly it labors, despair does not win. Because there are poets, because roses bloom, because my son assures me he would know if I had been turned into a pod person overnight and would run, were that the case.
Because the contents of Frida Kahlo's undiscovered closet are considered art and a window into her unique being.
Because Tom Waits says the clouds are like headlines on a new front page sky.