Late again. Or is it? Seems more dark, quiet, restful than late. As if the obscure slide into night brings welcome nonresistance.
Which reminds me of a variation on « yes meditation » proposed by the piano maestro Keith Jarrett:
“If I let my hands play, my only rules are: ‘Don’t say no to harmony, don’t say no to dissonance.’ ’’
Just let it all go and go and go, gently into the sweet night.