And it Was Good

Last night we floated around in a hot tub, water temp at 104 degrees.  The temperature was in the teens outside the tub; the air around us was cold, it was a brittle and clear March evening.  We could actually see stars up there in the black sky. The Big Dipper, the Little Dipper.  Always seeing patterns everywhere we turn.

And we talked about music, and vibrations, and creative collaborations, and how strange and ephemeral life seems to be. We felt pretty happy and content in that little tub, at least for awhile, but our conversation was all about how happiness and contentment were very unstable states and how everything can change in a blink of an eye.

So we were in the moment and outside the moment simultaneously.  That's kind of how it goes. Still there's no denying those hot jets of water did their thing. And it was good.