Vivaldi to a close (journal entry)

The air is pretty dry today; limp, bloated. As if exhausted even before the official holiday begins. If it's possible for a day to have a migraine, I wonder if it already has today.

Can you hear it? It's like a dance of strings; a concerto coming up. Sometimes I'm not making sense so you don't have to worry. It's okay to hear differently, or none at all.

Lately there seems to be a flock of birds zooming synchronously overhead. Let's make use of it.

(Written: 09Dec2019)