Nothing to apologize for. This winter season has been eratic on any counts. March brings spring so 'hope springs' eternal I think the saying goes. But only if it is your head to believe such things. Onward to the blessings of renewal. So to keep a modicum of sanity and balance in what is now a warring world.
Hence, this thought: Each day is its own opportunity for renewal in ways big (colorful, remarkable) and small. Though mostly in what is considered a small thing. So when I am on a crosstown Metro bus I can cherish the driver's spontaneous comment - a compliment - when I pay and she says 'I like your pin.' I am overjoyed: This is a connection between two strangers that is outright positive. No reason that she should interact with a passenger at all, secluded safely between her heavy plastic shield (with an opening on one side). I am thrilled for no real reason other than she was reaching out. My pin is a sparkly rhinestone butterfly covering the Patagonia label on the front of my down vest. "Cheap," I respond - making my return gesture to mean such a pin might be available for anyone. Then later I take my seat up front in the senior and disabled sections across from an extra large passenger - a few hundred pounds or so - and see that he is carrying a large sack containing the familiar label of petitions for signatures that enable a candidate to qualify for a race. We are connected in that way, too. This is the season to prime for the primary races locally. I've done my share of work in my Ward. The weekend market is almost a chorus line of similar entreaties.
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