It's the little things that count

Time to start coming down from all this political stuff. Here are my most recent quiet moments of pleasure.

I walked home last night very very very late. It was a still night with frost on the grass. Half way home I noticed that the sky was crystal clear, with a bright half moon and a satisfying number of stars visible even in downtown Toronto. I stopped right there and spent a few minutes just standing on the dark sidewalk looking up and enjoying the beauty of the night sky.

As a result of that late night I had a late start today. Walking to work this morning I heard a bird chirping nearby. A quick glance revealed a beautiful sassy little Cardinal about ten feet way from me. We examined each other for a minute before continuing on our respective journeys. Here's a Google image of my little friend. What was up with those pictures of men in funny robes?

I've shared some moments with nice Americans too. After all, 49% of them "get it". Thanks to Mary from my crazy life for a very nice e-mail conversation, and to my friend Angie in Nebraska for showing me that there are many ways to be brave.