The used key is always bright.—B. Franklin
And necessary to start up many adventures.
Many years ago, we were surprised when my brother-in-law invited us to a resort where he had once been a groundskeeper, in the upper Keys in Florida. I had never been in this area before. During one day there, my mother, D, tiny baby L, and I drove all the way down to Key West. A revelation at the end of US 1. It seemed like a piratical version of a New England town. Bikes and chickens. A sign: Warning! Marine life beyond this point.
D and I returned to Key West another year (with L, who got around in style in a stroller), and in fact couldn't leave because of a snow- and icestorm that covered most of the East. It turned very cold one day, a record I think. Could it have been 40 degrees? It seems that it was, and a restaurant or bar had a fireplace stoked. It was a very strange, liberating feeling, knowing we had to stay somewhere we really didn't want to leave.
A map key is useful, especially in another country entirely . . .
A keystone is key; otherwise, the entire enterprise might crumble.
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
—"Peter Quince at the Clavier," Wallace Stevens