Reentry

Reentry

Well, my vacation is basically over. Were it not July 4th, I would have made my way merrily to work this morning, and in less than an hour I would have found myself at home, sitting in this very spot, doing this very thing. Writing. Serendipitously, or rather by design, my week off fell pleasantly next to a national holiday and was thus extended by a day.

Looking at Each Other

Looking at Each Other

There’s a light breeze, the sun is dancing with the clouds, the water from the fountains is soft, steady. I hear the tat, tat, tat of the percussion, and the bom, bom, bom of the bass even before I see the instruments. Sounds forming a loom, a frame for the jazz...