It started with “Foggy Mountain Breakdown”
and ended with “Kentucky Moon”.
And somewhere in between, my heart breaking
Like the light over the Smokeys,
I felt the sounds and scents burning my cares away like the
misty tendrils wreathing the peaks.
And as the lite weight of contentment
settled down over me, I recalled that,
“knowing that the next round is just a breath away,
does not completely ruin brief, spectacular moments”.
And it was enough.
