There was this great week there: where my In-laws watched my girl one evening, and then took her for two evenings on the weekend.
“So you, with a Medici smile, becoming not
A twilight personage but the danceable gloom
And music of all shade, wake trailing song
As in an hour of hot brilliance what
Happens is a wrung memory of light
And all shade is what music we have rung.”
– James Merrill