Erik Satie – Gymnopédie No.1
I’m sitting in my bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows are slid open alongside me in their tracks, and the breeze from outside is perfectly cool and smells like bulbs and cooking from apartments across the park. The buds on the trees are out and there is some sort of bird singing. Dr. Spearman could tell me what kind. Earlier there were children on the lawn, all clustered around some thing they’d found in the grass, getting their knees all damp. It’s 7:30 and the sky is a dark grey-blue that looks like the way it feels to wash your feet in cold water in summertime, and lights are going on in apartments all around.
There’s nothing more wonderful than sitting still, knowing everything around you is in its proper place, in quiet motion.