The subtext of your comment that Trump could be a loving, gracious, accepting, and listening individual is endlessly fascinating to me. On those brief instances where I can convince my brain for just a moment that these images are genuine, I just feel happiness and hope.
Sure, it’s imagination, but it feels so nice to imagine there is an alternative universe where Donald Trump and Joe Biden spent the weekend hiking, picnicking, baking pies, knitting, and talking through to common ground. No division. No anger. No fear. No lies.