A Voice in the Wind of Morning
...written on 06.13.03, @ 8:56 a.m.
Thu June 12, 2003
Only four and a half hours of sleep! Egads, this aging thing has got to stop! Or at least my mind should catch up on my body's idea of a good night's rest.
Last night I went to take Min a bowl of fresh pineapple rings with a wedge of watermelon on top, but at 10:00 p.m., his lights were off. So, at 5:30 this morning I went again to make the fruity delivery, but his light wasn't on then either.
So, I settled down at the computer with a cup of coffee and began to flesh out some new song ideas. About an hour later I heard a stir at the end of the hallway, but I didn't hear the familiar shuffle, so I figured maybe Min was in his studio.
I looked down the hallway, but didn't see his shadow behind the door, so I went to the hallway window and looked out at his car. It was then that I smelled the odor of his cigarette and heard a mailbox being opened downstairs. A minute later I heard the familiar shuffle and saw Min enacting a rather sleepy version of his spunky walk (swinging his arms back and then behind his body with a little swing of his hips and outward turn of his toes) out to his car.
As he opened his car door, I thought he could see me, so I leaned out the window and waved. I couldn't see his face clearly without my contacts, but I assume he didn't see me as he didn't wave back. Just as he was ducking to get in, I said his name and watched him disappear into the car.
Maybe he did see me and it took a few seconds to register or maybe the wind had finally carried my greeting down, at any rate, he popped out of his car like a piece of lightly browned toast, looked my way and waved. I laughed.
Later Min told me that he heard his name echo off the wall in front of him.