S, I miss you. More than I can tell. I will call – soon.

I slept soundly yesterday, after ages. Waiting to leave, to see CC and the baby and sing to her and go for walks and hopefully, see an oriole or two and maybe, if I’m lucky, a paradise flycatcher. The day began with music and so it’s only fitting that it ends with it:

“The record would begin and soon the listeners would be engrossed by those musicians who seemed to know how to blend together all that life contains,the real truth, the undeniable last word, the innermost core of all that is unbearably painful within a heart and all that is joyful, all that is loved and all that is worthy of love but remains unloved, lied to and lied about, the unimaginable depths of the soul where no one can withstand the longing and which few have the conviction to plumb, the sorrows and the indisputable rage – so engrossed would the listeners become that, by the end of the piece, the space between them would have contracted, hands leaning together as though they were sharing a mirror. All great artists know that part of their task is to light up the distance between two human beings.”


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