music to read by :: November (Tom Waits)
…because if November followed, say, some made up month like – oh, I don’t know – October, it would mean that I accomplished nothing of import, that I slept and watched the rain, knitted while leaves fell, and generally sat around; that I missed some yoga, and painted nothing. No pots, no blood, no stuff at all.
So, November. As you blow your below zero temperatures across the 613 – and don’t think I didn’t notice that snow – let’s pretend we are tucked in, all nice a cosy, back in Jaipur, back in the Samode Palace having tea with the sun beating down on our heads.