So much of my time is spent in the gritty realities of Cleveland's classrooms, among the hardscrabble working class and the disillusioned poor, that it is easy to forget the other beautiful city whose aspect and spirit reside in the same location as the struggling rustbelt metropolis.
This weekend our region was blessed with clear blue skies and perfect temperatures.
I was blessed with two afternoons on the lake in a sailboat with good friends, good conversation, and the unsurpassed view of my most lovely hometown.
For those of us who deal with the disfunctional details of our work and lives, every now and then (for the sake of sanity) is is good to step far enough away to see the big picture.
Just like a Monet painting...what looks like a big mess up close, becomes truly beautiful from the perspective gained by a little distance.
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