Stop by the River

The surface of the water was sympathetically moving with the wind against the current.

Sometimes when I sit outside, I remember a time in high school, when emotions were a certain way.  When we walked barefoot in the rain and thought nothing of it, when words were other things and the wind carried the clouds from one hour to another.

I've played the Ravel quartet in high school art rooms, public libraries, mountain-top huts, and soon a Japanese basement restaurant.  So many places, so many people.  Once again, the same in a different way.