Yo, Canada
Next leg out was the Montreal Jazz Festival and Jazz Winnipeg from the 30th of June to July 3, 2009. Before I left, we had a birthday gathering, some sky and a little down time.
I love touring; the high of sleeplessness, the erratic food intake, the dehydrating airport lines, the laughs, the long walks through new cities, the time spent staring out windows or onto the pages of books. I love getting on a stage every night and making that connection. When I’m traveling, I find myself willing sunk in the mercurial ether of it all. But when I get back, I realize how much I missed the little things—my pillow, cooking dinner, the view from my front stoop, the whir of my refrigerator, the smell of my own towels, the morning sun sneaking through the blinds in my bedroom, the moon over the dark trees, my porch strung with bee lights, the drone of crickets.
It’s always so good to come home.
