I’d just settled into my chair when the gift arrived.
The music has been a party-full of presents all week, some of them with true presence, but this was too timely, too timeless too to be less than a miracle.
It’s a magnificent performance and it’s making music across space from this:
I can hardly call it camping with a straight face cuz I’m in a chair and I’m settled, as I said. And there’s an actual bed. And Bluetooth.
But, there’s actual firewood too. And an axe. And coffee. So, it’s camping, right?
But my coffee is from Tanzania and I brewed it in this:
Yes, I’m in nature and the van is called a camper and I can prove the nature later with pictures but there’s not enough bandwidth to upload them right now. So I’m camping.
And, I will get to that upload soon; I gotta reply in kind(ness) with my own gifts across space . . .