Brushes with Culture

This is a space where I can reflect on the many fascinating things that I experience. Some of the things I brush with are Culture with a capital C. Others are just intriguing moments. Sometimes I am brushing with these moments in a hurry. This is a chance to relive those moments in tranquility. These are the stories I tell myself in those quieter moments.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

A Spring in the Step

I came out of a restaurant this evening into warm rain and Spring had arrived. Umbrella up, I meandered to the tube station singing Cole Porter. No one much was around, but they'd have heard me if they had been. It's the first time I've sung in a while and I couldn't do the words, but I could do the tune. It felt just right.


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