We took a trip back to the frozen northlands of my birth last week. It was wonderful. The weather was cool and breezy. Humidity was low. There wasn’t much sun, but I didn’t mind at all. Sitting on the deck of the house where I grew up, I listened to the sound of wind chimes and the familiar silence of the neighborhood. I used to sit on that deck playing my guitar for hours. Sometimes working over the same piece again and again until it was just right. The sun would slip away and everyone would find their way indoors. A unique memory among the many I have of the different places I’ve lived.
Walking around town was like taking a step back in time. Some places hadn’t changed at all. The streets from our house to the elementary school were exactly as they were when I travelled them thirty years ago. Other things felt like they were missing. People, mostly. But the place was, well, home.
It was a great trip and I’m glad that we made it.
As with all vacations, I took a break from music making. There was some intention of editing but that didn’t pan out. It never does. Resting needs to be complete for me. However, this week doesn’t look too good with the new Ken Burns documentary running on PBS every night. I know better than to think that we’ll get it on Netflix and watch it later. It’s now or never. So that will be two weeks out of the studio. Not the end of the world by any means. I’m counting it as vacation time that will leave me refreshed and ready to finish up this project and get to the next. Because I’m really excited about the next thing on my list.
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