I Took The Night Off ...

All week, I had been planning on skipping tonight's kirtan. It was the monthly superjam gig, which has become particularly unpalatable to me on several levels. (No air conditioning, having to split time / money with a percussive interloper.) So I picked E up from work, after a super depressive day, and we went for a ride.

Seven Lakes was so very still. And there was actually a breeze on the mountain. Moments of grace have been few and far between, as you know. Each miracle that sneaks through, when the humidity breaks and we find a quiet spot, is treasured fully, before I trap it in amber, a salve of remembrance when all else fails.

I'm so glad I didn't go to that stupid gig.
Good night.