Not sure

Here I am, sitting in my attic again. Something I haven't done in while, even though it's such a good place. Summer is almost gone, and rather than making the most of the September sunshine I sit long hours in the office most day, so that it's already getting dark when I finally jump on my bike to cycle home. Feels a bit like I lost balance. Recently, after a jazz gig in the Burton Taylor Studio (OxJaMS concert featuring Robin Jones and Eric Young with George Haslam, Richard Leigh Harris, and Steve Kershaw) I took a picture of a young woman, arranging a great 'selfie' with the musicians:

Driving to crystal fighters music

... and feeling like so many years ago, when there was nothing more invigorating than driving around in my tiny car and having the sound on full blast! Not that full blast in those days was anywhere near the sound we're getting from car sound systems these days, but I dare say it didn't stop us from having just the same exuberant fun (and possibly annoying anyone nearby)! Hard to find the means to explain ...why do I like 'You and I'?

Slowness

Today, on a day off work, I re-discovered my addiction to being slow ... My absolute favourite book for a very long time was Stan Nadolny's 'The Discovery of Slowness'. It's a long time ago I discovered it, still living in Germany, and I read it in German: 'Die Entdeckung der Langsamkeit'. Slowness in Nadolny's book means the ability of a person to wait. I guess it's rather unlikely that anyone who knows me associates me positively with this very ability. I assume that - quite often - I'm impatience personified. But that's exactly the point. The way life seems to work these days is bound to create impatience, haste, speed and so-called efficiency.

Taking time to discover what lies behind the next bend, or waiting for the light to colour the world, showing it at its best, or discovering the clouds and 'hanging on to them':