There are days that start with singing, somehow followed by confusion and concern. Then there's different kinds of silences, awkward, peaceful, and the nothing-to-say. There's embraces that mean, "It's not finished, but we'll get there." There's a friend to listen. There's feeling foolish. There's a party. There's philosophy. There's old marines who played bridge with Omar Sharif. There's wine. There's extremely goofy dancing.
There are days that start with singing.