It's breaking my heart to see these Olympic skaters fall.

Even I can imagine the work that went into getting

to the competition, a dream: The Olympics.

The skater comes onto the ice, you know they've

completed their routines perfectly in practice a thousand times,

and something happens; a thought, a momentary lapse 

in concentration, the failure of the inner gyroscope. 

Boom, down they go, one after another

or eliminate a maneuver, and suddenly the dream, 

in an instant, is crushed. 

Breaks my heart. . . 

In Venezia tonight, in and out all day,

probably will be out again after the skaters are done.

A magnificent day, warm, deep blue sky.

Carnivale commences tomorrow, and already

the streets are full. Throw Valentine's Day

into the mix and the effect is doubled.

Baci. . . xo