so there’s this guy

My studio sits right by a bridge, so I get to look out my window and see the over and under activity. The over is the walkers who pass there and back again and the cars that swish past and sound like ocean waves. The under is mostly cars that park there in the daytime and go home at night. When they go, sometimes there’s this guy who comes and plays his sax. The sound is straight out of an old black-and-white movie, and the way the notes lift and float on the air is nothing short of magical. The echoes that bounce off the bridge’s belly are amazing. The sax’s voice speaks in so many ways: contemplative, strong, mournful, confident — love it.