Sunset Through a Keyhole

Such endless-summer-with-your-friends feel tonight. One of those endless hang outs that could easily go on for a few more hours. Sunset, ice cream, the waterfront, great conversations, and me finally witnessing (and thus dispelling) the mysteries of electric car charging stations. 

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Last night was the sound performance. Fifty of us in an auditorium with 1800+ seats, all sitting in the center of the first seven rows (for the best experience of the three dimensional sound). All in the dark. Seventy minutes. Brief, haunting human  vocals, but mostly field recordings of the most gorgeous and vast sounds spilling from front to back to left to right. Train wheels into violins; birds into fear into the power of the ocean. Underwater and above the atmosphere in the span of the hands on the clock.

Leaving the auditorium was disorienting for a thousand beautiful reasons. 

be well; be loved,

k.  

The report, once delivered, included:

Excerpt from a letter dated [redacted] years ago:

 

I'm so relieved you told me about the [redacted]. I've been wanting to tell you: She keeps coming up to my cafe. When she first came in, she introduced herself and reminded me that she had met me through you once. I know she doesn't live anywhere close to there.

[redacted] 

She 'liked' every photograph I was in on my workplace's Instagram page. Nothing else. Maybe she didn't think the people at my work would notice. They did. (We are an imperfect but caring work family). She sent a request to follow my personal account. I left it pending. If she asks me about it, I will tell her that I don't mix my work life with my personal life.

 

 

[Image credit: Artem Nadyozhin via thephotoregistry Tumblr]