I am distracted today as I prepare for the weekend ahead, so I don’t have much to say today, but there is an image that keeps popping up in my head.

A few weeks ago I had been walking down the main street of a small Vermont town and stopped to sit on a bench and tie my shoe, when I noticed a young couple walk by, holding hands. He had extremely long, wavy, ginger-colored hair tied in a pony tail, which cascaded down his back. Her hair was shorn extremely short, almost in a crew cut. She wore a long, flowing skirt. Not that this was so unusual, but I especially enjoyed the contrasts of their hair styles. It made me feel happy that they were holding hands. And the sun was shining.