Archive for August, 2016
The sad passing of one of the most important non-musicians in the world of modern Jazz.
I did not require service every day which I think was secretly appreciated.
One day my timing was off, I got back from lunch before my room was ready. So patiently and unobtrusively did I stand in the corner that the maid soon forgot my presence.
As she was making up the bed she paused and looked out the window. I was the voyeur receiving knowledge for my discretion.
How long would she look? Despite being younger than I, for her there was no longer any dreams of escape but now merely that of brief distractions.
Once again aware of my presence, she blushed, backing out of the room, pulling her cart after her.
Without having sought to, she influenced me. Out of curiosity I let my gaze drift out the window, not necessarily interested in what I would see but rather what I would think in thoughts drifting.
Not meant in the same way as used to describe a maudlin holiday special, talking to you on the phone with the curtains drawn is timeless. There seems to be, as the conversation ambles, all different aspects of me and not just me as I am, but also as I had been and will be that take turns rising to the foreground.
What times is it there?
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