Dazed

I think I got too much sun today. I've been in a daze most of the day. Too little water and too much outdoor reading, walking, singing...
I mosied over to Inman Square tonight to hear the "Alash: The Award Winning Throat Singers of Tuva" at the Lilypad in Cambridge. The place was packed, with a hoard of people standing outside the door, hoping for a peak at the upper mouth song utterances. I scored a spot on the back window, standing on a desk, and so able to see the entire cast of four young players. After 45 minutes though, I became sure that I would likely faint from heat and dizziness and cause quite the display in the rear windows so quietly snuck out to the summery heat breeze.
It was a good introduction to the art of throat singing. I have been trying to mimic ever since to no avail.
It was also a good night for a walk and pizza and beers at Shays with someone who I love dearly and who for some strange reason loves me back.
And my first experience riding home on my bike in the city, a happy, if confused ride home.
I will remain true to the path that I feel is right. There is a sadness in the night. Sadness tinged with truth is easier than sadness tinged with false hope though.