Was it only last week I was complaining about the six o'clock sunsets? Ha! I forgot about that summertime setting the clocks back thing. We're already down to sometime before five, drowning in an ocean of skimmed milk, here, with days of no sun. It's a curse. Only consolation is that we are in this thing together, and if we have any sense we will help each other through it. All it takes is this:
And a gentle reminder in sidewalk poetry to:
I am instantly inspired to go out and spread some love of my own.