"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.