Finish the publication-preparation of Psalm 16 (6 pages total), finally write the review of Ensemble Parallele's West Coast premiere of John Rhea's orchestral reduction of Alban Berg's Wozzeck (a lot of possessives is perhaps a clause of concern) at 21st-centurymusic.blogspot.com, transfer same plus Chronicle and Publication info to the archival and print version drafts of 21st-Century Music -- then through Jameson Canyon on this just-cresting-the-summer-mark 70-degree day,
past the Wine Guy,
zipping up the newly-appreciated Napa Road in Sonoma to 5th Avenue West's views of the city and county's
Mountain, attempting to avoid the town's traffic hotspots and
failing miserably (who knows what lurks beneath these palms?), to yesterday's turn-around point at Trinity Road's
Lower
Hairpin, with views back downslope towards the
Valley of the Moon. In short order -- past
meadows, distant
domiciles,and several concerned drivers who ask after my well-being (sanity would be another issue... am not utilizing the bike today for the downhills, so perhaps I appear less recreative and simply more isolated) -- we reach the
transisition
curve,
adjacent to the last chaparral uplands, of the
grassy
foothills, with
signs
musical.
Ever down
through twisted trunks and
isolated
members, past
paths and
pastures,
meadows open and
closed, with the distant
hauntings of the
heights, to a
cop standing vigil near the intersection with Route 12. "Speed trap?" "No, just taking a break." "Good place to be breaking." "Good place to be walking."
Back in the car, law enforcer mercifully on his way, exploring around
Dunbar ("not dumb bear") Road, then
south of
Glen Ellen,
south of
Sonoma,
east
to
Napa,
thence
hence
home, for
page 3 of Song of Solomon: IV. Also begin Psalm 17.
