ok, and what is a season? If not a loose designation of time, shaped by the way it sounded, the way the air smelled, the way we, simply put, felt. This year I kept looking to the moon, its push and pulls made sense to me, reminded me of all of you, out there, mostly for being too often too far away but under this moon too. This mix maybe too, comes and goes, pushes and pulls. It takes strength to face silence, and maybe to find that the silence is in fact full of sound too. And sometimes music listens.
