I walked with a boxer named Peaches yesterday morning. We walked along Lake Michigan. It was a mass of choppy ice. The beach was icy, the rocks on shore glistened like highly polished glass. Peaches is a dog, she doesn't wear her name well, she looks like "Gollum" from "Lord of the Rings" except with a major, mush-mouthed, over-bite.
Then there was a photo shoot in our dining room. Michael our "soul-stealer" manned the camera. He had all the tools of the trade, all the tricks of light and shadow at his command. He was taking photos of whitewolfsonicprincess. Trying to capture iconic images of the band for posterity.
And then there was a band rehearsal in our kitchen. All four of us, jammed in, cozy-tight, along-side the refrigerator, the oven, the dishwasher. We pooled our energies and let them vibrate together through our songs. It was thrilling, soul enhancing and fun.
Later, that evening we watched episodes from the first season of Boardwalk Empire. Sublime. That was a good day!