Saturday, April 24, 2004
Last night was fun. It was great seeing Chip and Kelsey again, especially getting to play against Chip.
What a beautiful night!! The weather was great. But man, I needed my coffee. I got a double to help me relax (coffee can be so relaxing). As I left the coffee shop, music from a nearby penny whistle floated through the night air. Perfect night for a walk.
The streets were filled with people: enough to feel some energy and a part of civilization but few enough to feel peaceful. Everything seemed picturesque as I walked down Wall Street. The trees, the buildings, the music bubbling over into the streets from the restaurants and shops begged me to pause there for awhile.
Eventually I reached a small park where about 10-15 people were playing drums and others danced. I stood there listening and watching, and would have stayed longer, but I knew there was somewhere I needed to be.
As the music from the drums slowly faded, a new sound rose. It was a violin. As I approached, I saw a man with a black hat tipped forward on his head playing a jig on his violin. Suddenly, he stopped and began to dance and sing a verse, than continued the jig. He was awesome!! I could have stayed there listening for a long time (I did for while with the large crowd that was gathered around him), but necessity drew me onward.
I briskly passed a guitarist as the lights from the Mellow Mushroom rose into view. I paused outside the entrance-way, should I just turn back? With step I heaved the thought from my mind and found them at a table, laughing and joking as usual. I immediately told them I wasn't staying and searched their eyes for their true reactions (eyes can tell so much about what a person really thinks). I enjoyed just quietly listening to them talk and watching them interact. But tonight, I was in a tranquil mood. I wanted to simply relax and enjoy the night.
I waited for Heather to come before I left. Britt was worried about me. I felt bad for brushing off his worry, but no one else seemed bothered and I was cautious and careful of where I walked. I did not want to spoil anyones evening because I was in a reflective mood.
The walk back was peaceful. I stood for a long time watching people and searching my own thoughts. How rare I take the time to figure out why I do what I do and react how I react. I drove home that night with the radio off, occasionally gazing at the stars.
It was a good night.
What a beautiful night!! The weather was great. But man, I needed my coffee. I got a double to help me relax (coffee can be so relaxing). As I left the coffee shop, music from a nearby penny whistle floated through the night air. Perfect night for a walk.
The streets were filled with people: enough to feel some energy and a part of civilization but few enough to feel peaceful. Everything seemed picturesque as I walked down Wall Street. The trees, the buildings, the music bubbling over into the streets from the restaurants and shops begged me to pause there for awhile.
Eventually I reached a small park where about 10-15 people were playing drums and others danced. I stood there listening and watching, and would have stayed longer, but I knew there was somewhere I needed to be.
As the music from the drums slowly faded, a new sound rose. It was a violin. As I approached, I saw a man with a black hat tipped forward on his head playing a jig on his violin. Suddenly, he stopped and began to dance and sing a verse, than continued the jig. He was awesome!! I could have stayed there listening for a long time (I did for while with the large crowd that was gathered around him), but necessity drew me onward.
I briskly passed a guitarist as the lights from the Mellow Mushroom rose into view. I paused outside the entrance-way, should I just turn back? With step I heaved the thought from my mind and found them at a table, laughing and joking as usual. I immediately told them I wasn't staying and searched their eyes for their true reactions (eyes can tell so much about what a person really thinks). I enjoyed just quietly listening to them talk and watching them interact. But tonight, I was in a tranquil mood. I wanted to simply relax and enjoy the night.
I waited for Heather to come before I left. Britt was worried about me. I felt bad for brushing off his worry, but no one else seemed bothered and I was cautious and careful of where I walked. I did not want to spoil anyones evening because I was in a reflective mood.
The walk back was peaceful. I stood for a long time watching people and searching my own thoughts. How rare I take the time to figure out why I do what I do and react how I react. I drove home that night with the radio off, occasionally gazing at the stars.
It was a good night.
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