An aura of fragile loveliness

Please take this sweet, sad trip outside of politics. It will repay the short time you spend reading it.

Not long ago, I drove by shortly after a high-speed motorcycle accident. There were already so many good samaritans working on the victim I couldn't tell her gender (which I found later on line), but I didn't have much hope for her after a helmetless 75-mph dismount stopped by the guardrail. Nonetheless, she survived, how well the news is equivocal about. But she has lingered with me, too, as Alma did with Garrison Keillor.