Last night we held the annual “Poetry Night” celebration at school to honor this year’s graduating class, and it was an entirely inspiring affair. All the events of the evening, from the friendly conversation before dinner to the genial “roasting” of the graduates to the final poetry reading by the students, served to provoke feelings of thankfulness in all of us. We figuratively breathed in the pure optimism the evening seemed to create. Somehow it even stimulated me to want to do something, create something, be somebody different. When I got home around 9:30, the evening seemed so soft and welcoming that, for a moment, I considered taking a very long walk in the darkness, sort of to work off the enthusiasm I felt. Instead, though, I poured a glass of Chardonnay, sat in my gliding rocker, and reminisced about the thoroughly stirring evening.