I was all set to write you a lovely post on the (less than) 48 hours I spent in Munich, Monday through Wednesday. That, unfortunately, is not going to happen right now. Why? Not like you have a whole lot else going on. Au contraire, meine Freuden! If you had forgotten, Jack and I are coming home in 2 1/2 weeks, which means I need to get this house in tip-top shape (dust and my cat-like shedding habits have taken over), throw things away, pack things up and send them back to the good ol' U S of A, lay my eyes on my favorite places in Berlin one last time, undsoweiter.
But sometimes the pile of stuff to go through or the tasks to check off your list can be tossed to the side for an afternoon of revisiting one of your favorite albums of all time. Mine? So sad to say I've forgotten about it for quite some time, but Jeff Buckley's only studio album, Grace, has stolen my productive afternoon. Honestly, my eyelids are heavy and my heart is hazy, trying to concurrently write and listen to the album at the same time. His voice is so hauntingly beautiful, it's almost painful to listen to too often. But I've been recaptured and the rest of the day will most likely result in a romantic sway in my step, a sadness in my soul for the lost treasure that is/was Jeff Buckley. Only the good die young, don't they?
So the Munich post will have to wait. Sometimes you've just gotta let yourself get swept away.
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