Two Things

1. R.I.P., Maurice Sendak, beloved crotchety misanthrope and children's book writer/illustrator.

2. Another one of those poems appeared on a blackboard in front of the house on Harvard Street. This one's a real winner too:

The Weather in Space

Is God being or pure force? The wind
Or what commands it? When our lives slow
And we can hold all that we love, it sprawls
In our laps like a gangly doll. When the storm
Kicks up and nothing is ours, we go chasing
After all we’re certain to lose, so alive—
Faces radiant with panic.

- Tracy K. Smith

I keep stopping by to reread it, and I smile every time.

How are these two things connected? I don't know. Can't you make up your own story, for once? Or better yet, just appreciate two unconnected things WITHOUT a story around them? Geez...