This morning, while out walking T with the huge harmonies of Prince's, "7" floating above the heaviness of his passing, a massive, booming sound faded into my thoughts and brought me back to the walk.
I looked up to see a youngish grandma-type across the street walking with a stroller, brow furrowed slightly into the hazy sun--somehow surrounded by enough decibels to impersonate a distant tornado.
I actually laughed out loud, when from behind the hedge she was flanking, emerged a building super, pushing a large, empty plastic trash bin.
Still grinning, I thought, perhaps Prince woulda dug that too...
I took notice of so many purple flowers today.
Rest in peace and play, Prince and thanks for every perfect note.
+++vibes to all left longing,