SEEING RED

 

As the wood wavers to a winter breeze, and the sun sets on this cold romantic February waking, I entertain the second glass of ruby red valentine wine; as it sifts lower in my throat the Angus Die-Trinity Choir performs Barber’s Adagio – number four on the playlist, after, strings, flute and brass, while tears roil over both cheeks, lost, streaming into and onto my beard: I write now to clarinet; next the Tokyo String Quartet for over eight minutes, then, organ: without fail: the most confident and sincerely lovely evening I have enjoyed in some time.