Rain and jazz

I'm sitting at my desk at the home office, listening to Vince Guaraldi and watching the rain fall onto the trees and onto the deck. I think the music and the rain go nicely together; it's been a very chill Monday so far.

I got a call last night from a woman I was dating earlier this year. I'd sent her an email a few days ago to say hi, not really expecting any kind of response... she'd broken it off a little abruptly for her own reasons, so I wasn't sure if she'd be interested in hearing from me. She mailed me back though, and I made a suggestion of maybe taking things a little slower and getting together again to see what happens. She seemed pretty receptive to it. She lives in NH, but she just happened to be coming up from the Cape last night - but I hadn't given her my new cell phone number, so she just left a message on the home machine.

She might be coming down to see the play when it goes up. It would be really nice to see her again, even just to catch up and hang out.

The rain's stopped. That's a good thing.

I'm going to go back there someday

This looks familiar, vaguely familiar
Almost unreal, yet, it's too soon to feel
Yet, close to my soul, and yet, so far away.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Sun rises, night falls; sometimes the sky calls.
Is that a song there, and do I belong there?
I've never been there but I know the way.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Come and go with me; it's more fun to share.
We'll both be completely at home in mid-air.
We're flyin', not walkin', on featherless wings.
We can hold on to love like invisible strings.

There's not a word yet, for old friends who've just met;
Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place?
You can just visit, but I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there someday.
I'm going to go back there someday.