The sunlight here in the early morning. If I could capture it, I’d have a painting worthy of the Uffizi. Golden, brilliant, encasing each Ponderosa, each blade of grass in power and majesty. Opens my heart each time I’m lucky enough to see it.

On the extreme opposite pole I watched the Brazil Grand Prix. Formula one exists in a unique space between the future and the present. Engineers advancing the oh so human desire for speed while remaining just this side of chaos. Companies funneling millions each year toward that elusive F1 championship. Drivers who’ve climbed past go carts, F3, F2 with superhuman reaction speeds. Drivers who routinely pilot their cars at speeds well beyond human capacity to take in sensory data. A fan base that would not be uncomfortable in the nerd lounge.

Overshadowed this year by Kimi Antonelli, the youngest F1 world  champion at 20, 4 time world champion Max  Verstappen moved from 21st to an amazing second place in the Brazil Grand Prix.

Yes. I’m a fan,

The blue tsunami. Yippee!  54 Senate seats. Wowzer. An 83 seat advantage in the House? Delightful, wonderful, awesome.

As some wag put it, the air in the U.S. is breathable again.