Well, well, well so I can die easy

Every Thursday night from about 8-11 PM the sound of jazz music filters in alongside the cool air through my open bedroom windows from a solo woman with a guitar who stands playing just outside the old hotel's entrance across the street. It's a comforting sound.. live music, people strolling past. It reminds me that I'm not alone, regardless of how often I feel I am. I don't know why I never go downstairs to listen.. I just watch from my window above as she plays beautifully for little more than her own enjoyment. I love being here.

I'm looking forward to the Holidays this year.. I'll get to decorate and spend time around friends and family. It'll feel real. The nights are already cooling down into the mid 50s and the morning air has the slightest hint of autumn. Ahhhhhh. Thank you for this peace.