Sunday afternoon, Late June. Sky so blue it hurts. The breeze, a salty shallow breath.
On the floor, boxes of my late father’s belongings. Rolls of postage stamps and paperclips, a pair of post-cataract surgery sunglasses, tattered clippings from the Sunday Times. And a jazz CD.
I load the CD, “Mostly Blues,” in the old boom box from the attic. It feels more jazzy than bluesy and so, I am happy for this reminder that summer afternoons can be carefree. Ice cubes clattering in an antique bubble glass, piano notes drifting out the windows of my island farmhouse.
This is part of a longer guest post I wrote for “What’s Curation?” a newsletter where writer Nikhil Rajagopalan shares unique music, algorithm-free and undefined by genre. Click here for the rest of the story 👇
It’s so cold here, so I loved this little sip of summer.
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