Day for Night

Night and Day

The summer sun is heading elsewhere, leaving a memory of the day reflected in layered shades of red and orange. I’m lying in bed, the soft oval cushions of Bose headphones engulfing my ears. Bill Evans and his two conspirators are tap, tap, tapping out a familiar melody as complex as life. Its predictable and improvised within the limits of the instruments they have in hand.

Its a warm German night. No blanket is needed now but maybe sometime before my bedroom finds light again, I’ll seek the comfort of my duvet. My thoughts roam between peace and regret, gratitude and desire. It’s jazz of the mind, quick stepping to memory and images experienced and longed for. Then there’s a key and time change, a time to laugh, a time to release tears from sorrows and half-sorrows. Nothing is forever. Today is what matters most as past and future nibble at the edges of the present.

Where does time go? Perhaps it just piles up inside of us. Some in neat stacks and some in an unruly chaos. In the folds between the hours, days and years is everything we know and think we know, everything we felt or thought we felt.

It feels so random what one thinks about on a warm German night lying uncovered watching the sun disappear on its way to those who are loved and missed on the other side of the Atlantic and diverse places around this spinning planet.

Being in this this horizontal position is a delicious and delicate full-body orientation to Heaven and Earth. Its like being the filling between two slices of fresh-baked bread. My thoughts haunt me. My thoughts comfort me. I am chicken salad with crunchy bits and savory morsels, seasoned with the salt and pepper of time and experience.

I think, therefore I am, therefore I think. A circular life on a flat bed. Day for night, night for day. What could be more confoundingly satisfying than that?

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Thank you for being one of my readers. It’s you who makes my writing worthwhile. I welcome you comments. The pace of my writing has slowed these past months. There have been too many competing pulls on my time. I hope to return soon to a more consistent time to write. Meanwhile. take care of yourselves my dear readers. Life is short. Love the ones you are with and the ones you wish you could be with wherever they are.

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