When we go downtown
, she leads me toward music
. It really doesn't matter what kind
of music, she just wants the feel of it: the beat, the tempo. Sometimes it's street musicians, playing some jazz riffs
, sometimes an impromptu steel drum
group, it varies.
If there is music coming out of the front door of a club, she will want to hang there, on the sidewalk and soak in some of the notes, but she shakes her head when I lean towards the door-she doesn't want to swim in it, she just wants to put her toes in a little.
We can be walking to/from a parking lot to a little Greek restaurant and if some kids' Boombox on the corner has a song she likes, she will stand there and close her eyes and jam with it a little while. People walk by and look at her as if she is high-which she is, but not in the way most people get there. If you didn't know her, you might think she was glossy eyed all the time-that's her nature.
She squeezes my hand when she is ready to move on. Its a kind of "thanks for letting me lose myself" kind of thing. As if I would mind, as if I would move her along. I'm lucky to be holding her hand as she strolls through the traffic. She finds diamonds in gravel pits and rainbows in salvage yards. Who am I to complain?