Could be blue, could be grey

Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Could be blue
Could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away

Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

– Coldplay, Strawberry Swing

A Yesterday

A perfect day consisted of waking up late for a change, for the first time on my vacation (6 days into it).
Skipping the gym.
Having a delicious breakfast of a large bowl of oatmeal with bananas, pecans, cinnamon and brown sugar, with two croissants on the side.
Walking around, listening to live music and reading, at the jazz festival all day.
Lunching/Dining in the old part of the city at a quiet and inviting Italian restaurant. The waiter was convinced that I’m a. Italian, b. a player at the festival, c. a girl in love. (I plead a humble “not guilty” to each of those, sir.)
Recording the previous night’s dreams accompanied by some very good homemade gnocchi, a glass of Pinot grigio, and, finally, a beautiful chocolate souffle.
Polishing it all off.
Purchasing a last minute ticket to a Lyle Lovett & Chris Isaak double bill.
Being inches away from Chris Isaak and dancing the night away right in front of the stage.
Upon exiting almost at midnight, finding a lively Serbian band playing to close out my perfect day.

Today? Today I met a wonderful person from France, very much in love with and passionate about his family. How utterly refreshing. That was the highlight of the day. I also ate a grilled cheese sandwich and loitered about a bit. Made my way to the festival. Then it rained. So I came back to the hotel and went out for sushi when the clouds parted a bit. Read a lot today. That’s a highlight too. I don’t get to read a lot very often.

Misunderstanding All You See

I woke up this morning with one line from the Beatles’ song Strawberry Fields Forever stuck in my head. It repeated itself over and over again until I was sick of it and wished I could switch off the music. I finally sat up in bed, stretched out the drowsiness, and heard what the words were actually saying.

Living is easy with eyes closed
Living is easy with eyes closed
Living is easy with eyes closed
Living is easy with eyes closed
Living is easy with…


Points to Ponder ~ Shake It Out

And it’s hard to dance
With a devil on your back
So shake him off

– Florence + The Machine, ‘Shake It Out’


That melody there will make you happy, they say.
I am, I tell them, thank you for the advice.
You don’t understand, they insist. Listen, for goodness’ sake!
To what?
Are you ignorant? You know what we mean, and all that jazz.
Maybe someday. Maybe not. Who knows?
Now is the time! You’re not getting younger. Time’s flying by…
I commend them on that brilliant observation.
You’ll wonder where they’ve gone, the years! The years! Hark–The clock’s ticking!
That’s just my heart, I inform them, but it’s a most reassuring sound, indeed, yes.
Your heart’s not as young anymore and you should find it another beat.
It is free to catch another beat, another rhythm, of its own accord.
And what if it doesn’t because you didn’t care to find the orchestra and write a symphony?
Well, then it’ll have to make its own music, won’t it?
It’ll be just the one instrument by itself. That should worry you.
It doesn’t, I assure them, I believe it is possible for solos to be quite enchanting.

Points to Ponder ~ desires

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul.

Radiohead, ‘Creep’

And here’s a link to my favourite version of the song: Jazz Cover of Radiohead’s Creep

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter

It seems as though the rain has extinguished the sun’s fire, but the day must still be made the most of, and it’s good for:

  • Sipping on warm coffee or hot tea, whichever’s your chosen source of caffeine, whilst gazing at the downpour or the misty drizzle, as the case may be.
  • Organising bookshelves, lending some method to the currently haphazard madness.
  • Reading said books. Perhaps while sipping on the aforementioned coffee or tea (or maybe enjoying some wine) and looking up every once in a while to watch the rain pattering down, if only to make sure it still is.
  • Writing silly two- or three- or four-liners, like so:

Spurred on by a furious sheet of water
Suspended from the merciful heavens,
As if saying, “Remain, plan, don’t wander!”
To coax, thunder storms, roars, deafens.

  • Putting a pen to paper and just letting the words flow;
  • Letting prose turn into poetry, and poetry, into lyrical prose.
  • Unpacking outfits suitable to autumn weather. This, obviously, varies depending on the time of year and approaching season, if any.
  • Cleaning, polishing every shoe. That will take the better part of the damp day.
  • Fluffing pillows and cushions. (Just kidding.)
  • Baking some chocolatey goodness.
  • Sprucing up the insides of one’s living quarters, then
  • Curling up on a comfy couch (It’ll be much more satisfying when done in that order.) and
  • –ooh! Hot chocolate!–
  • Listening to jazz while doing any and all of the above.
  • Slipping on a pair of gorgeous, brightly-coloured rain boots, grabbing a large, dome-shaped, transparent umbrella and stepping out, if feeling particularly adventurous.
  • Planning the next trip, whether a simple weekend getaway or a long, elaborate birthday gift to oneself.
  • Making lists, such as this one. I might try working on “100 Things to do Before I Die” on the next rainy day or “25 Things That Drive Me Up the Wall.”