January 9, 2017
The music is a great cavern of silence that soothes me jangled as I am this time of day. It is morning. It is always either morning or evening or midday. Not midday so much. I donít write midday. The music rubs up against me like a great shaggy dog looking for rubs and scratches. It insulates me from the cold outside. The insulation layer is so thin. Our society is so fragile. It could collapse in a day. My personal situation could change in a day and leave me cold and bleak. We all end up cold and bleak.