Firstly, Happy Valentines Day. I hope that you all survived the holiday. Mine was actually pretty good. Shaun, Kevin, Darcy, and I zipped over to SarahLyla’s after work where we had a pinata, foosball, and nachos. Obviously, we used my bo staff for pinata destruction.
Any greatness of the Valentines day was shadowed this morning by a mountain of frustration. Everything was going well, I went to the gym, had a great breakfast (Cinnamon TC!), and even packed up for work early. I decided to bring my guitar and my music so that I could practice during lunch as my weeknights have been packed with work and play. Listening to the local jazz station which was featuring Esperanza Spalding, I contently pull into the work parking lot, grab my stuff, and start walking to the door of the building, when suddenly, just as the wind picks up with that type of dark ferocity that slows one’s step, my music binder breaks.
Lord almighty, what a disaster.
Instantly, 100+ pages of music explode southward. I desperately put down my guitar and lunch and start sprinting across the parking lot grabbing whatever I can. The pages of music fan out over the deep snowbanks that border the parking lot, strained and filtered by the pine trees and shrubbery on the southern side of the lot.
I bound over the curb and immediately sink to my knees in snow. Plowing forward, my ears bitterly cold as I’d left my hat at home, I grab handfuls of music sheets from their captor branches, hugging them close to my body as the wind shows its angst and disperses the sheets deeper and deeper into the brush. It takes only a moment for me to learn that nature, boasting its sick sick humor, has made the earth here perfectly supple for thorny shrubbery.
And so for 15 minutes, I trudged through deep snow, collecting whatever sheets of music I could. My dress shoes packed full of snow and ice, my hands and pants ripped from thorns, but beyond all that… my music… I lost a lot to the wind.