Look how the clouds are moving.

You go over a river, running fast on white stones.

There is a garage with an old car parked outside, a model you haven’t seen in ages.

Sometimes it’s so easy. Your legs and hips rotate.

Rotate as if there were bearings in a race inside your own body.

Huge trucks are backed-up in the arteries of the economy. You slip by them.

Today a wild west wind has demolished the October tidy-up.

A spitting wind stings your face.

Brown water runs off the fields. The lanes are full of debris.

A gravity-burdened creature, you labour up the wooded hill, looking for the hole of light that says you are near a summit.

I think of my summer rides today, when I carried a camera with me.

I made a little record of them. And put them to music.

The player is Lee Konitz. The song is I’ll Remember April.

Lee Konitz turned 87 this October, an old man now, playing an old man’s music.

I love the way he wanders around a theme, if indeed you can call it a theme…

And today is a special day: Julie’s birthday.