Poem

Utter Bliss of listening to Caspar babypants and then vampire weekend in the car on the way to Amanda and Bill's. And the exquisite blue and pink colors over the lake. The stars. The weird sculptures. 

And then reading Bone, the comic book, to the girls. 

Wondering how to fully enjoy myself when so much else is wrong. And then thinking maybe the greatest wrong might be to miss all this beauty right in front of me. No, the beauty, as great and good as she is, is not the whole truth.