It’s Tuesday, 11:30 p.m., Day 28 of the November Nano Poblano blog challenge, and I have to get to sleep soon.
I’m flying out in the morning, early. My alarm is set for Wednesday morning, 3:00 a.m.
I’m reminded of two songs:
“But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting, he’s blowing his horn” — John Denver, Leaving On A Jet Plane
“The morning is just a few hours away” — Simon and Garfunkel, Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.
Aristotle thought that art imitates life, and Oscar Wilde once said that life imitates art … but it seems that my life imitates Art Garfunkel.
Gee, I hope so. I’d love to sing like that some day.
In Carnegie Hall.
While standing next to Paul Simon.
But I’d stay friends with him until we were old.
Now, if I were flying to Denver, that would be like life imitating Art Garfunkel imitating John Denver. I’d like to see that.
Country Roads, bring me home across the 59th Street Bridge Over Troubled Water, to Scarborough Fair.