The ambiance musician played that song last night in a tapas bar I was in. I had been ignoring the music. I turned around and stared him down then. It sounded good. And it felt good. He saw me and curled just a bit more intensely around what he was playing, a slight rising of sound, like hips tipping toward a lover only different.
Moments like that, it is like a gift to be alive. To hear music. To feel pleasure. To FEEL, period. And then I think that I will miss being alive when my time is done, so much, and I am grateful for the breath I am taking.
