I want to focus on the scent of the fresh morning, the calm of the bud unfolding, the birds waking, the squirrels chattering before urban bustle pushes into background all these then out of sight out of earshot out of mind. Such requires a certain repose and a certain discipline which to, in these days, I aspire but do not attain. I am preoccupied by the human dramas twirling about elections fears wars and wars the consequence and cause of human traumas here, there, and, to coin the phrase, everywhere. Let me grasp a moment of calm some rest some repose a respite catnap. Such requires repose and discipline I tend to lack. But in this respect, I do respect: Welcome Sabbath Queen. Welcome hours of hallowed rest Welcome quiet Welcome evening grace. Shabbat Shalom. Shalom, shalom, shabbat.