Friday: conversation with an old friend, he says that he has to 'clip' a buddy, one that I never cared for, one with whom I saw Trouble coming as if standing on RR tracks and waiting for the train to barrel towards us...
I slept a splendid sleep, immersed deep in the waters of REMembrance, shallow details clouding and muddying the pond at the back of my skull...
Saturday: travels with new friends, art-obsessed ladies with eyes full of stars and minds ablaze with the fire of Meaning, a trip to the museum to encounter greatness, to bask in cold shadows cast long and forlorn, to sup and dine on literature and deli dishes, to sing songs and tap toes impatiently waiting for traffic lights to transform...
A feast with the family, a tribute to my younger sibling, she of motherhood and sisterhood and good grace and crazy luck, fine meals and lively talks punctuated by laughter and the unspoken psychic satellites of the bloodline...
Sunday: music alive in my abode as I dust away the debris of hard living, making way for the return of Autumn, tending to neglected chores and spent projects in need of rejuvenation...
Treading uneven paths to The Bowl, to behold pressure points of the planet mid-performance, assembled outdoors to pry open closed ears, to pound away on latent eardrums, and all in all there was Romance and Anger and Satisfaction and hands clapping, eyes drawn to the stage, ears pricked awake by the organzied cacophony of modern sounds...
...and now it is Monday.
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