Arrival in Madison

I'm back in Madison, Wisconsin.  There is something frightenly clear about the quality of the air here.  I don't have a vocabulary to describe it, perhaps it is "blue," or "hopeful."  People might usually use the words "clear," or "clean," but I think it is so much more than that.  Not magical.  I think it could be measured and compared to the air of New York, but I just don't have the verbal means to describe it empirically.  

I'm staying at a friend's house, (who actually lives in New York) but another friend is living here, one who picked my up from the airport, and suggested some of the restaurant choices in the neighborhood, Thai, Laotian, Mediterranean, African, American, all within 3 blocks.  Just step over or along the bike path in the backyard and you're there.  

The sky is so huge.

I am here for a belt test tomorrow.  And then a dinner.  And the following day to Pittsburgh for an audition.  There are so many things going on all once.  So many growth spurts in such a short time, like  that evening I had my braces laced and my smile changed overnight.  Sometimes I worry that I am losing perspective.  But I am very glad to be here, and very much looking forward to being in Pittsburgh, and on a long train ride, and back in New York, again.  There are many celebrations to be having.  The sky is open.