I think of music. Music my comfort, my reprieve. I have never been able to put music to words let alone write a song. I have songs swirling in my mind. Many songs bring a memory. Sometimes when the world seems bleak and it has been and I worry it is going to become more bleak, music is my savoir. I worry about a die off of the human race. Especially hearing people without a worry about the deadly virus that doesn’t only affect them personally but the worst could still be upon us with an unknown variant that is vaccine resistant while we argue about masks. I don’t have a problem with people who don’t want to get vaccinated but I worry about the people who for medical reasons can not get a shot. So I swirl cream in my coffee and imagine clouds. I know that is not about me alone, it is about humanity.