Exactly as planned, I took off for a weekend. Landed in a provincial town where they still enjoy life as it comes. Far enough from everyday stress that proved to be too wearying last week. Spent a Friday night in a jazz club, had a few. Young musicians with balls, could not stop playing and jammed until late. A responsive audience, the night had its vibe.
Went to a second-hand bookstore on Saturday, a must-do anytime I'm around.
Just chilled on Sunday. Chilled. Sat in a pizza place with her, sipped a beer, then swapped it for a handful of cakes and a bench next to a fountain. The sun was shining and I felt fine.
— What you're up to? — asked she.
— I'm flying tonight.
— Bummer.
— I know.
Come what may. It's gonna be alright.
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