September 9, 2015

Couperin on Pandora.

School, and then rehearsal. A few pearls of water on the windshield when I left the Woodfin Y. Loud calling of a single bird in deep night.

Dream last night of catching a plane from Dublin, except the plane was delayed and we were kept amused by an epic film that you’d have to walk to different venues to see the next part of, all through a dark and rainy Dublin. Homesick.