Jul 28, 2003
"I wanted to play every piano in the building, and it was exhausting."
I feel fatigue weighing down on me like a great bag of something heavy. It was a long, long weekend that ended in a sunny interlude and a sense of abject gratefulness that a breeze was happening through my car window. Even with shoulders stooped by the downward pull of the need for sleep, I can recount a many-layered tale of early morning parking searches and sidewalk adventures. When I am sent on my way with a great lot of memories, I am usually closer to content.
It's getting cooler and later and older and wiser. It's getting better all the time.
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