The moon beside the window before it moved on or a cloud moved in for the darkness that brings deep, satisfying rest.
I was so surprised to hear another live electric violinist, this time by the supermarket where I’d never seen any performers, and I really loved this song I videoed, complimented the playing and quickly gave a tip, as I was leaving the store later than usual, having gone ‘round and ‘round awhile in denial that there might not be plums, a staple food of mine, until I found them.
If you recognize this song, let me know or what type of music this might be.
There is a star in the sky so bright it might be a planet I cannot identify. If I was going to give it a name I would call it the North Star or maybe Venus. It is soft enough that I will gaze upon it before bed, and now give you plenty of rest, quietness, and good silence.
Monday: Almost Autumn