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Riding the Winds

There is a type of music that lets your mind ride on its tail-winds. Up and down, slower, faster, a pause… Slightly unpredictable, so you cannot drift into a thinking mode; you do not have much choice but follow its movement. Classical music is sometimes like that; jazz is even closer to what I mean. My daughter made me listen to the music of St. VIncent in the car the other day. Although I cannot say that I liked it much, I appreciated its musical patterns, the pauses and movements through which small patches of emptiness can be glimpsed. The mind can glide on its winds rather than ride on the winds of its own thoughts.
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A Girl's Lament Under the Candy Sky


Walking in the park is my daily routine. The same trees, the same sky and even the same blades of grass appear under my feet, day after day. And yet, everything is as new as it can be. An assault on my sence of hearing made me look quickly to my left. The bushes and shrubs were covering the base of a huge tree, where, I could guess, a group of girls were arguing with each other. The voice of one of them was overwhelmed with emotion. She was lamenting something, wailing in her sorrow. Most likely it was just some mundane girls' stuff but for her it must have been very important. And somehow an insight struck me how awfully over the top our emotions usually are. At times, even small things make us feel as if this is the end of the world. The sky above was of the colour of pink candy. So ridiculously over the top. 
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