Eighty people were killed two nights ago but the moonlight fell softly through the window. A politician fueled by fear gained a greater stage yesterday but Nick made me laugh so hard my insides hurt. Citizens took to the streets in protest in the afternoon while those two instruments played just like that together in the studio took my breath away. Jenny dreamt last night we had been shot in the head and the water runs so clearly over my hand. It is the half moon. It is the middle way, center between heartache and joy.