I could write about the beautiful Eastern towhee I spotted in the backyard of our Rhode Island hosts on Sunday morning.
I could write about the man who smiled at me at the close of Saturday’s show and said, ‘I don’t remember the last time I even thought of Dave Brubeck – thank you for reminding me of him and how much I love his music!’
I could write about getting my taxes done just in the nick of time (and why do I always put it off so long?).
I could write about that Stieff I played on Friday night (wow, did it sing!) and the Steinway model A I got to play on Saturday morning (wow, did it sing!).
I could write about how fun it was for two friends that met through me in a Zoom room got to meet in person on Friday night.
I could write about the beautiful homes we stayed at this weekend, and the sweet and lovely homeowners who opened their doors and cupboards and hearts to us.
I could write about that brief, wild thunderstorm.
I could write about the dirty piles of snow that are still persisting in the shadier places near my home.
I could write about the pair of mourning doves that have been chasing each other around the yard all week.
I could write about the two very full days in the studio this past week with five of my favorite humans, all in an effort to bring a dear friend’s songs to life.
I could write about the young guy who rang up my purchase at Staples the other day who assured me that, ‘Your Rewards card is really not that important in the grand scheme of things’ and how we both laughed.
I could write about the woman on Saturday night who told me how much our live-streams meant to her during the pandemic.
I could write about how exhilarating it was and is to make music with Shawn and Craig, to really feel it, and to see and feel how it landed on folks this weekend.
I could write about all of these things… but I suppose I ought to choose just one of them and focus on that.
Maybe next time.
Funny how you can write about all of them, and none of them, all at the same time. Well played.