Today is different.  The early morning dog walkers had a spring in their step.  The dawn angels were throwing pink and coral veils around, teasing the Old Mountain so much he blushed.  A collective conscious majority of people chose change, and it was recorded, noted and implemented.  That whole process is astounding.

May the glorious cheering crowd in Chicago heal the wounds that shot through us 40 years ago on that spot.  May the young man’s big smile and dark face be soothed with grace as he steps into an unimaginable task.  May the puppy distract the girls from the fish-bowl isolation life they are entering.  May the hand-holding wife cherish each touch, eye to eye love, over the heads of others, the phones, the appointments and so many doors.

The road still rises to meet my feet.  The gravel still chants I am that I am that I am that I am.