I am overjoyed for my adult children. Nearly their entire memory of politics has been dominated by FDT. I sense rays of hope emanating from both. Thank you American voters.

One of my favorite E.D. poems is perfect for today <3

Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.-

– Emily Dickinson