Music for a Wednesday Evening
" Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence ..." (Simon) I could have been satisfied with some of that silence tonight. Far too much of the evening ride Out There was disturbed by a very loud, annoying motor - that high-pitched, look-at-me in my loud car kind of motor. Few things bother me more than loud vehicles. Just never been my thing... well, except for that brief period of time when my favored drive was dads' pickup, which was pretty loud. But that was a lifetime ago. Anyway, this evening's particular annoyance seemed to take pleasure in going up and down mt. baldy road. And then up again, and down mountain avenue. If not for that, it would have been a most peaceful, quiet ride. Not a soul around to disturb the sound of silence. so many crickets here. definitely not silent, but at le...
