At my age the hours and days roar past.
It is always trash night, it is always time to buy coffee, it is time again to rake the autumn leaves, my children are babies, no wait, they are getting married…………………………….
I AM riding the Bullet Train of Time. Why does it have to go so fast?
This represents the last few seconds of a percussion concert at Cornell in the Johnson Museum. The 3 smaller drums sounds cycle and bump off the concrete walls and the bass drum releases its staccato sound drops. Tim Feeney provided a most stimulating aural soundscape.
“Joy Will Find A Way” by Bruce Cockburn
Make me a bed of fond memories Make me to lie down with a smile Everything that rises afterward falls But all that dies has first to live.
As longing becomes love As night turns to day Everything changes Joy will find a way
