Pic taken in Burlington VT on a very rare date night with Justin. Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now, Everything is upward striving; 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, 'Tis for the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave not wake, And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache; The soul partakes the season's youth, And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with snow. -A segment from the poem by James Russel Lowell Leo, though walking very well still often has sudden loss of balance issues where his chiny chin chin takes most of the beating. This summer a grated chin has been a permanent addition to his look. June days are rare indeed, no doubt, but nothing like a day in June