i walked out after the first piece. the second
time in my life i have chosen to walk away from something that was less
than unpleasant. not the correct way to phrase it. perhaps seated in the row farthest from the front. perhaps. but far too loud. a place of
quiet that turned into a wonderful celebration for those who can embrace
such. the walking out. that is new. to not sit and endure it. perhaps i
needed to walk more than listen to music. unknown.
the lights of tiburon faded away early last evening. just a night time grey.