I hear you’re mad
about Brubeck
I like your eyes I
like him too

42 years between the recording studio and that platform; good god.

Let’s pretend that it’s the real thing.

***

Rain down here on the high plateau, trying to turn into snow on the rez dog peaks all around. Dawn just starting to break. Come on aboard, I promise you, you won’t hurt the horse.

I called it meditation out loud I guess, but in my own notes it’s just Ritual, for dayBegin, the dayBegin, the day … Start.

Phase 1.5, right after coffee. At least, that’s the Plan.

On any given theoretically perfect Sunday.