Mini-’Pipney

I love the feeling that I’m coming to an understanding of something that’s very complex, that’s too intricate and layered to put into words. Like jazz harmony this afternoon, when it began, as it sometimes does, to get out of my brain and into my fingers . Like all the rest of it, too, all of it, on a good day. Rewards of aging, reward for decades of dogged rumination and attentive daily experience. The moment passes, though, and I keep muddling along with really only brief, occasional moments of clarity.