Have I done something kind for myself today?

The above question prompts a visit to Graywhale. I sample four albums, two of which coax broad smiles and happy laughter. Those are the two I purchase.

I ride my bicycle home, fast, at pace. My hair is cut long enough to ride the breeze, but short enough to sidestep the witches' mane. A thin, closely cut, skirt slightly restricts each pedal stroke.

Riding my bicycle home, images flit through various instrumental concerts: Jazz Bands; Vocal Performances; Symphonies. An unexpected turn in the tempo elicits laughter. My fingers stand up on their tip toes to dance along the chair where I sit. Normally, the latter goes unnoticed. Occasionally, a companion will join in finger-dance.