on 'loving' obviously..
See now the Unsettled going into sleep deep and gentle as the lull of a tenor man's ballad lamenting after that Caribbean woman's dreamy face spotted up in that third story window on his childhood street. Piercing highs sink into low full tones recalling the wide-eyed boy walking his limbs and backpack bouncing upbeat in the face of all he does not know. He at once sees everything and yet some things he sees more than others. His way of loving things is obvious: things are loved by him obviously and their loveable aspect appears just for him. Especially this street. This street he loves for that warm womanly face in the window, the gaps between the buildings allowing in a great back-warming sunshine, wafts of maple and sugar from the corner crepe stall and the throw and catch of cries, whoops and yells between old neighbours on the stoop. #notes #notesfromAmerica #walking #scene #writing #fiction #jazz