I didn't read the news. I raked a rainbow of pungent autumn leaves, played abroad with happy dogs, held my granddaughter in my arms, and sat beneath an amiable maple, attentive to current events.
Love, love, love says Percy And run as fast as you can along the shining beach, on the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.