March 11, 2011

I’m back from New York, and suddenly feel the quiet that is Portland.
While walking the city streets, this line circled & sung endlessly around my head:
“New York is cold, but I like where I’m living, there’s music on Clinton street all through the evening” – -
Cold it was.
I miss the buzz & chaos of it all.
Tom & I think we’d like to live there for a month or so, don’t think we’d last much longer. There’s something to the place: there really is.
Now, I’m in a room.
Waiting for the songs to be released, so I can move along the road.
March is a waiting room.