Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

“It’s really hard to do nothing totally. Even just sitting here, like this, our …”

“Let's just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I'll be me…”

“The blanket was there, but it was the boy's embrace that covered and warmed him.”

“You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the futur…”