A perfect Sunday morning. Window open. The cool breeze of California. The morning moist with a hidden silver lining of the desert heat. A steaming cup of coffee. Perfect temperature, perfect color. The capstone? The complex medieval-modern orchestral tapestry of Jeff Lynn's Electric Light Orchestra. Layers of color, emotion, complexity in his music.
I feast my eyes on the wind in the leaves. Bitter-sweet milky robust explosion on my tongue. My skin open to the cool moistness. A symphonic expansion - silent upon view - in my mind.
A perfect morning.