Bottle of red, bottle of white

Whatever kind of mood you're in tonight
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian restaurant

- Billy Joel

October 7

What can be said that has not already been expressed? 

Bring the hostages home. 

Moved in

The quality of silence here is of birdsong.

We leave slivers of ourselves behind.

This is what we mourn.

This is what we celebrate. 

This is the cycle that is life.