Right as I left the house this afternoon, it started to rain. One of my favorite scents in the world is the smell of rain in the summer, hitting the hot concrete and the dry earth. It was gorgeous, so I turned up the music and left the window down as I drove. Gliding across the overpass to Mopac, with a crescendo of horns and the thick drops of water in my hair, wishing for all the world that I had a french horn so I could learn to play this music.
Made a number of paper cranes tonight. Sam gave me the idea to write little things on their wings. I gave one to Mike, one of my favorite Metro folk. Read about half of Ivan Klima's Lovers for a Day, and I seriously need to revise my opinion of the man. It's good work.
Oh, this score is amazing. Really one of the best things I've heard in ages. Somewhere I have the soundtrack to The Piano and I should find it. Tonight I was one of those people I longed to be at fourteen, driving with the window down and blasting classical music.