last night, dirk and i went out to jazz ohne stress, a weekly session type jazz performance at waldsee, a local pub thing.
it was absolutely fucking awesome. we sat outside by the lake, drinking beer in a warm, but not too humid summer evening, the music tripping to our ears from inside. past 11, it got too chilly so we moved inside and watched and listened to the musicians playing perfect music for a perfect evening. i had a rigo and sat in amazement listening to the premiere of a song the sax player had written to mark his son's birth.
when i got home, thunderstorms started. lying in bed, i watched lightning flashes, counting the seconds till the thunder hit, being incredibly happy about where i am right now, and who surrounds me.
i wouldn' t want to have it any other way.