Journal

This was the flight that changed the address on everything. I watched the light come up over the wing on the way to Toronto and tried to hold both places in my head at once, the one behind me and the one I had not met yet. A quiet beginning to a loud year.

I am not good at it yet and that is part of why I keep going. The field was patient in a way my playing was not. Every wrong note just went out into the open and disappeared.