It's as if I am posessed. Careening through the day. (where do I get my immagery? Too much news coverage in the background.)
In the late afternoon, I make the mistake of biking home between classes. Added minutes on the road. No time. I feel like I am the one at the tail end of a group effort. Trying to catch up. Unsuccessfully.
I pass the rehearsing band. Fast stepping, blowing hot air into a trombone, sweating. I stop and watch. For a minute. Before speeding ahead to class.
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The band master (is that what he's called?) shouted at them - not so loud, not so fast! He could have been talking to me.