Purple

Yesterday we lost the icon, Prince.  I enjoyed listening to all of his classics on the radio while I drove home last night - how many times have we sung along to "maybe I'm just like my mother.... <when doves cry>, or danced away our senior year of highschool to Party Likes it's 1999.

Every legend will go eventually.  And I believe we must not mourn death, especially when someone has had so much influence and achieved such a lasting legacy.  Music heals.  Art heals.  When a 5'2 androgenous guy from Minnesota can become one of our greatest artists ever, we should all be reminded that the magic lies in being authentically ourselves.  Rest in Peace.