End of the day... shoes dirty, shirt wrinkled, Ella and Louis are singing Summertime on the background, it is as if I backstroke moving forward.
It occurs to me I have some whiskey in my inner pocket, I take it out and look at it. Like everything else in life, the outer label reads something else than what is really in it, so I drink Chivas out of a flask that says 'Jameson' Triple distilled Irish Whiskey.
Second song on the list is 'They Can't Take That Away From Me' Ella and Louis again, it is sizzling outside, I remain cold, windows fully open winter howling at my face. 'The way you wear your hat, the way you sip your tea, the memory of all that, no no they can't take that away from me'...
I take a second sip, the trumpet tearing up the night, there will be more songs and more nights like this, me sitting slanted in my office chair, wishing I could see the stars right now
'Dream a little Dream of Me' Ella sings 'stars shining bright above you'... I take a third sip.
There is a poster of the game Packman in my room. the ghosts finally catch the Packman and ask 'Trick or Treat'. A cat walks by, I am pretty sure she is going to climb the same tree she climbs everyday, and paw at the same piece of string that is moving in the wind. We all have rituals, the cat climbs the tree, mine is...
Stacks of business-cards piled up, disorganized drawers, table tops, boards, and more, yet my mind, and soul are clear and focused. I take a forth sip.