For technology that lets me hear a 6th graders voice while she is back home after a morning of shopping in downtown Montego Bay and I am sitting in a friend’s apartment in the middle of the US having Saturday breakfast/lunch.
That I can still make music, once in a while. And that music is made in stress, the resonance in surrender.
A beautiful day to make deliveries all over campus for my office job.
A heart that goes out.
Some quality “recharge” time between shifts.
Light in the winter.