May 14, 2011

  • Clouds-Rains-Piazzolla

    The Cleveland sky is gray; a deep gray tinged with indigo-black, clouds hanging, laden with unborn raindrops, ready to spill to the earth.  Their brethren have already poured with reckless abandon, spending their brief lives in a torrent of windy waves.  The news warns of flash flooding, and my car plays Yo-Yo Ma's renditions of Astor Piazzolla.

    Argentine Tango's soul, re-interpreted in cello.  The strains are heavy with tension and meaning.  It seems an appropriate partner to the wending roads home.  

    There are things I do love about Cleveland.

    Tango, if I recall, is best done with a partner...