Monday, March 16, 2009

On a fresh morning

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Sunlight filtering in through the Venetian blinds. The scent of lemon tea, the beach kind. Minty toothpaste.

Fruit juice and cereal. The kind without added sugar, preferably. Piano jazz that is modal with 7th and 9th chords at moments when they would swing inside a stable equilibrium point until they settle in the recess of my mind.

And maybe dark, dark chocolate, or coffee. Black.

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