I left the platform and missed my train for a very important phone conversation.
As I walked back down the stairs, tears already clinging to my eyes from the news, of course he was playing Bach.
I stood and listened to the entire cello suite, until he started packing up. He looked up and asked me if I would have wanted to hear it all again, the same one.
I said yes, that I would have never wanted it to end.
Timing is everything, and tense is important, isn’t it?
Weekend whimsy. See more after the jump.
Anna Kendrick might be my spirit animal. And MAYBE Kim from Matt & Kim, just because she can shake her ass while drumming.
AND HOW ‘BOUT THEM HOUSTON ROCKETS? Vicious.
was hurrying on my way to something. still, i took a breath to stand still and listen to the sound of saxophone as it wrapped itself around me.
it was slow, aching, craving- the type of jazz reserved for the moments between dead-of-night and almost-dawn when the syncopation of bodies match that sort of rhythm.
it felt naked and blooming and vulnerable when stretched out in noontime sunlight.
so bloom, baby, bloom.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
but oh what a summer i can promise.
