Electra and I were going to go to burgers tonight after I finished counseling, but I decided I really wasn’t hungry and wanted to chill at the park in the cold, but wonderful-feeling, air.
I walked into the park with my headphones on. The park smells of healthy pond and is mostly lit by the occasional lamp and the neon on distant hotels. So it feels private and lovely but not dangerously dark. I took off my headphones to hang out next to the pond and listen to ducks and — someone was playing a flute! He’s in the dark near the pond and I can barely make out his shape. I think it’s some kind of bamboo or wood instrument, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a shakuhachi. His playing is beautiful! It echoes around the pond like a New Age meditation CD. And it’s pretty much exactly what I needed tonight.