This morning in the coffee shop, I was in line with Zeph waiting for my decaf Americano. A man was standing next to us... new grandfather, wearing a yellow sweater. He was smiling at Z, who was staring at him for several minutes without blinking. The man said, "I think babies like yellow ... you know, the first thing they draw when they get their hands on crayons is the sun?" Being a heliotrope myself, I thought that was just about the sweetest thing I'd heard all week. Here's to a bright, brilliant, beautiful Thursday.