Stillness

The snow started about an hour ago.

I cannot remember a night not hearing a peep from anywhere.
No traffic, no planes, no dogwalkers, no neighbors...

Just silence.

And a little gurgle of heat.

And barely perceptible falling snow.

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This feeling of "Crap, am I the last person on Earth?" is easy to feel in certain co-ordinates on the globe - I can tell you the thought occurred to me more than once in October '06 during my side trip to the Flint Hills in east-central Kansas, 60 or so miles southwest of Kansas City.

In NY it is a rare treat.

Pardon me while I dig the absolute quietude!

I'm not saying I wish there were no people in NY.

No, they are afterall the life blood flowing thru the veins and arteries of the grid, not to mention an endless source of fascination in all spectra - but there ARE times when... well, when you could go for a little more space between you and the next motherfu&#er, that's let's say breathing down your neck (literally) in line at the bank or ready to cut you off if you leave more than a car length between you and the guy ahead of you - just to pick a couple.

Whoa, that was totally uncalled for. I'm sorry you had to witness that.

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Got home a couple of hours ago.

Made it up to New Windsor todoay for Babca Genia's wake and then right back down to the City to play the gig on the Bateaux.
I did play Banshiki.
I played it at Bob's wake as well in '05.
They were both 75.
Both had that twinkle in the eye, ready with a lline that would crack you up.

People all passing through their stages...

All of us.