NOTIONS: The spark of one soul relights a somber space
It’s 9 a.m. midweek in late May. While it’s cool enough to warrant the wearing of wool socks, faded jeans and an old sweatshirt, the sun shines from a cloudless sky into my little downtown courtyard. After ostensible eons of dreary, drizzly, rainy days, the bright stuff factors mightily into my mood this morning. In its midst, I write to you from my living room sofa, my feet propped on a colorful, oversized ottoman piled neatly with magazines, newspapers and…