Before I pushed the power button on my computer, I was caught in a bliss of solitude.
Looking out the kitchen window, I saw a big bellied gray bird. She had an appetite and was licking the backyard shrub into shape. Watching her nibble on little red berries gave me a stomach growl, so I found myself a chocolate chip cookie, and married that cookie to a sea of milk.
When I look out my window, it seems that the trees stretch in a never ending line. The clouds appear as fountains, pouring shadows onto the city. When I look out these windows, it seems that my fate is to belong outside. All I want to do is bring my parasol to the park, and press my fingers into the honeyed ground.
I want to skip through trails barefoot, like I do in my dreams, without my toes getting caught on wires, jagged stone, or scratchy weeds. Sometimes, I wonder if the only place I can be barefoot is my home. The last time I went outside without my shoes, pieces of needle-shaped rocks clung to my feet. The pain was so severe, it felt as if my foot was the petal to a honey bee's work.
If I can't be barefoot on dirt made trails, at least I can swing my feet to live music.
On Tuesday, I spent the nightfall two rows away from a magical songwriter, his name is John Prine.
I knew at some point in the evening I would cry, as I often do at concerts, I just didn't know when. 40 minutes into the concert, and I was close to sobs.
Somehow, I held it together just enough to keep my eyes from turning into rain clouds. I think it was his finger picking that turned my eyes red. It reminded me of the way Carter plays his guitar. Carter's hands are much smaller, but they move the same way.
I think people often forget how beautiful hands are. The way they bend, and attach us to companions. The way they create, and make sounds. I do believe, finer than any diamond ring is the hands of a guitar player.
I don't think anybody in this world has hands like Carter.
Have a wonderful weekend
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