This morning I was able to enjoy one of my special joys, the sparkle, everywhere, after a very heavy frost. Way back, when I first decided to look for joy in my life, and decided to find as much joy as possible from every opportunity, this, the true rainbows of color on sunlit snow, the chance to get a sparkle of pure red from a point across the yard, was the emblem of what I was looking for. Yesterday it was the intensity of blue of a cloudless winter sky, so deep you could almost see the stars and yet the blue of it alleviating any ponderous sharing of solitary mysteries, the loneliness of physics, instead, rejoicing at the exquisite detailed beauty the ponderousness