There Are Days.

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.