today it was jim, a street performer from london
who has been in this trade for 35 years and doesn’t want to
do anything else
we had a nice diner earlier on
after our rain shower
rice-spruce bark-onion-egg pancakes , improvised bread, and a
dumpsterdive yoghurt- leftover crumble-roasted oats-freshly picked
blueberry-desert
when it got darkish – it doesn’t ever get really dark
jim played his guitar and mondharmonica, he sang
and it made me feel sadder than ever but it was a sweet
sadness
music can do that, especially when played live
i sat on the couch, listened and looked
maddy was carving knitting needles out of wood
and the men took turns playing the guitar
coffee and beer and candles
stories and songs
outside a bat flew around the house and in the far distance
an owl was calling
it was almost too good to be true
the truth is always hidden in the almost
