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I knew you loved the piano, so I played you my guitar.

Einstein drove a blue Ute on Monday. It wasn't just an ordinary blue, it was a vibrant hue, what my mother would have said was a 'youth colour'. I wonder who he saw that night, just as I saw him. What did he think? Or perhaps he just lived within the constraints of his vibrant blue Ute. Perhaps the outside world did not matter because the outside world, is beyond logic and reason. It has people. And people can only be forgiven.


On Tuesday, we swam in the ocean. The complete submersion into an Artic-like place was no concern at all. There is so much silence, so much calm, so much peace. Sometimes, there are too many thoughts in ones mind. Sometimes we need the water to help us pretend that the world beyond the liquid does not exist. Sometimes we need to think about nothing more than the rhythm of strokes and the science of buoyancy.


Wednesday saw a woman speaking to her student. But they saw no lines of status but rather commonality in experience. Wednesday saw the disowning of a child and the tears of a friend. It saw the haven of a cafe and the honesty of strangers. It saw the defining limits both worlds. The troubled life that haunts our steps, tells us we are nothing, waits for a response then demands we feel pain. And then the other. The life where smiling is okay, where music is law, where kindness is unending and where we all share that we have escaped that other life. Because he has too, as the shopkeeper has, the pianist and the child still is.


We all slept on Thursday. The sun was sleeping too. But it's shades of gray were merely a phase and the warmth came as an embrace in the afternoon. But as the evening approached coming with it was the rain. And ever did the rain fall. Children smiled. Adults were relieved and the anger dissipated into the solvent of life.


Dearest Friday,
A day of news is all you are. You are not the bringer of ill news simply the bearer of that which must be said.
On this day, we lost and we won. There was happiness and sadness. Constantly an aura of both. Friday we played music.


Saturday was triumphant and depressing. We did it! We told the world! She sang, we played, and music spoke. Our universal language. Our language of nods and smiles and eyes and dynamics. Our pausing and lengthening. I am inspired. I am saddened. I lost my kin. I gained my love. The world is too much it is oh so much.


Sunday was calm chaos. We are anything we believe ourselves to be.


This was my week.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday.


I have concluded that at the end of this week, it is now urging me to find some form of stability and to focus on my work. For today a new week brought sleep, love, promise, happiness and realization that this was madness and that madness must stop.