Walt Whitman is unbeatable at expressing, to use a word of his, athletic joy. The opening lines of “Song of Myself,” pictured above, are worth committing to memory for they express a private, but generous, feeling of celebration.
Today, I feel like celebrating. The sun is shining here in Aspen, Colorado, happiest of happy places, where I am spending a week with family. Plus, I just got over an annoying cold, my son “went potty” for the first time and we are hitting the mountains.
To all a happy day!
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