Hello to a beautiful May. Are you really half over? Martin and I were among the pilots who skipped work this morning in order to take a little flight. The sky was beautiful and blue. The company was perfect. Here’s to a new season of more of the same.
Her hand recorded what I’m sure her brain constantly told her was of no importance: her life. From her journal I knew hers was a quiet but hungrily alive life. [...] Those details from her diary lingered in my mind all afternoon.