“Between the Bars”
Tuesday is a stack of windowpanes. Each layer of glass blurred slightly. Silvered by dust…or drizzle. The melting smear of snow, here — mist from a low sky, there. Each pane moving you back from the day. Distancing. Stepped away from it like that, grayed and ghosted, it becomes like a dream of a day. Or removed further still: the memory of a dream.
Sound is the most real thing when you are looking through those faded layers. Sensation and vision are shadows — but music still has clean edges.
I’m listening to Madeleine Peyroux sing “between the bars”.
It’s clear and perfect.