took a rather long and pensive bus ride back home. day turning to night - a time of day when thoughtfulness turns to pensiveness to slight melancholy.
stared out of the window the whole ride yet not really seeing anything.
surrounded by people, yet not really hearing anything.
why so melancholy?
not melancholy, no.
just quiet, and thinking.
thinking abt love, life, and music.
thinking abt people.
quiet night at home too, with an unusual monopoly of the living room stereo system. perfect for some quiet music and solitude.
and the thinking continues....
until i suddenly find that i'm just listening, soaking in the mellow trumpet sounds and chet baker's silky smooth vocals, and not thinking about anything at all.
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