The light dances down from the dark clouds, summer’s magic alive on the prairie. A bottle of distilled cane juice sits on the counter, limes and raw sugar too. The rhythms of southern blues and rock-and-soul spill effortlessly from the speakers.
My prayer offering for all of us living under this big tent:
I Am DeterminedOne regret, dear world, That I am determined not to have When I am lying on my deathbed Is that I did not kiss you enough
(Hafez, translated by Daniel Ladinsky)