so many shades of grey.
I remember once listening to the dramatic lavender sound of a saxophone echoing through the street corridor outside my hotel window in Charleston seven years ago. in this moment, as I write these words, I remember another reason why that time was so meaningful to me...
the serene sanctuary of alabaster mist.
it was a time of deep song, sorrow, and souls passing.
in the February days between the moment I stood at the foot of this bridge and the time I stood on the South Carolina shore, my friend Carroll would cross over into the spirit realm of whatever all this is; this earthen human existence.
still quite haunting -
this soul's crossing.
