To art, to the gods and animals we create and channel for an audience, and for the moments they catch their breath at our most human.
To friends, the false, the true, and those who meet us at a bar to laugh at our sorrows and everything else worth laughing about.
To this wonderful city, full of self-absorbed whiners awaiting recognition of their greatness, and the hilarious magical deeds they perform without even trying because they're here.
To nature and the fragile beauty we'll never own, conquer, or control, no matter how hard we try or try not to.
To love and lovers, drinking each others eyes and lips and getting in the way of people who need to be somewhere else, occupying the bliss of another world that only holds them for that moment.
To the past, for the lessons it will never teach us because we're too busy to pay attention, and the ones that we learn anyway against all odds thanks to the elders who deserve more respect than they get.
To the future, whatever the hell it turns out to be.
To cats that purr, dogs that wag their tails, and all creatures great and small that know how to smile in their own way, and have reason to do so.
To music, to capture the truth of moments I'll never be able to write in a blog post.
To smart people and their ideas, and their ability to share them.
To those who use those ideas and make the world better, both because of and in spite of their best efforts.
To death, for showing us how great life is by our fear of its absence.
To life.
To gratitude.
To you.
Thank you.
