Rain. You may be up to your ears in it (or snow), but we’re not. So a cloudy sky holds promise. If we’re lucky. I start thinking about possibilities. I cross my fingers. I consider dancing. But…
So Many Possibilities…
“White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities.” Sunday in the Park With George music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, book by James Lapine Ah, the New Year. Once again it is shining before…