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It's extraordinary how kind the world (despite all else, despite everything) still can be. 

At the end of this week, at the end of this day—the light dying toward that most exquisite pink, gold above the pink, blue layered into the gold—I want to celebrate:

My dear students, who write with their great good news.  You can't see me when I get your messages, but I am ear-to-ear with happiness for you.

My neighbor Kathleen, one of the most gorgeous, green-eyed women you will ever see, who has welcomed a great-granddaughter into the world.

My friend Mike, for reminding me (all the way from Nyon) of the power of 90-minute lunches.

My father, for gifts, large and small.

My husband, for a Wednesday night salsa.

My son, for right this minute being on a bus headed my way.

And those rare souls—rare and deeply good—who make a place for others in this world.  You know who you are.  I lift a sky-filled glass to you.