Today everything was beautiful. I was trapped in a painting on 38th street while driving home. I looked in the window and watched a father comb his daughter’s hair, her hips swaying to some unknown beat. Her brother had on these giant green foam hulk hands, swaying them in the air. They were all speaking really fast in Spanish and I stood there forever, trapped in the beauty of it.

Sometimes the world hurts. Sometimes I watch people and they are so loving and kind to each other, I want to trap them in a jar---see this is what it looks like. To love, to be loved. It is so simple really.