breathing

After having dinner with B last night, I rode home on the subway listening to nostalgic songs on my iPod, my eyes closed. When I got out of the station and was walking home I was struck by a realization. What I really want more than just about anything is to lie in a meadow on a warm afternoon and look above me at the treetops moving slowly in the breeze. I could stay that way forever I think. I think I will try to think about this whenever I am feeling stressed or freaked out.

And right now I am listening to Bach's aria "Schlummert Ein" sung by Lorraine Hunt Lieberson. It is unbearably beautiful.