While waiting in line to order at Joan's On Third...an outstanding gourmet cafe/marketplace...I was completely mesmerized by two things. First, the personification of a badass, silently-angry-looking rocker dude paying for his order beside me. Second? The magical looking plates of berry-covered delicacies that he carefully balanced in his hands as he left the counter.
Which reinforced for me, one more time, that the arts are for all of us. And that even the toughest among us can crave, and appreciate, the softness that art adds to life.