March 18 - Original Air-Blue Gown

It's late. Not absurdly late, not so late it's actually early again. But, like 1:30. There's a party going on nearby, and you're not quite at it. You were at it, but the house has a porch and you didn't want that many people near you. You're talking to a couple of people, maybe one person, in a hushed voice. About what, you're not sure. it felt profound and then it's gone. If you were drunk you're not any more, but you're not sober either. You exist in the quiet soft joy of the late dark night.

If a song were playing during that moment, it would be this one. Soft guitar, a voice that is basically a sung whisper, the purposeful but exploratory meanderings of fiddles.

May you fall asleep in the comfortable silence with someone who really gets you, on a porch at a party where this song is playing. Maybe when you wake up the world will be better.

Maybe.