Musings

Playing outdoor gigs… Frogs in the pond singing along. Gnats landing on my arm when I’m trying to strum. It can be unsettling. So much so that I found myself wildly flailing and slapping my body on the way home when the air conditioning in my car blew the longer strands of my hair across the bare skin of my my neck and arms. *sigh* I think I really would have enjoyed watching myself from the car that pulled up next to me.