Proximity to power has an unsurprising ability to mutate a politician's spinal cord into bright yellow jelly.
The Futures Bright, Wear Your Sunglasses
That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams.
The girls of 1929.
I see his eyes, bright with life adnfire, and I know he won't stop fighting. Even if it's the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can't always see. And I won't stop fighting either.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
It is often in the darkest
skies that we see the