A little melancholy; friend's funeral today. Lived well. Lots of people said terrific things about him.
Get home. Sitting here on the back porch. Rain pelting the house.
Water rushing through the downspouts.
Uncase the F512. Heady smell of rosewood. The sound of the rain. Just finger picking nothing in particular up and down the fretboard.
Appreciating everything about a fine instrument. Glad that all my senses can still register this wondrous stuff.
Life is good.
Get home. Sitting here on the back porch. Rain pelting the house.
Water rushing through the downspouts.
Uncase the F512. Heady smell of rosewood. The sound of the rain. Just finger picking nothing in particular up and down the fretboard.
Appreciating everything about a fine instrument. Glad that all my senses can still register this wondrous stuff.
Life is good.