like the violin

We were on our way home from M's birthday party, about an hour ago. The night was dark and the highway ahead of me looked yellowish in the light from the streetlights. J drove fast, very fast, and we listened to José Gonzàlez (the Crosses EP), it felt a little bit like flying, and I felt very safe.

We started talking about music and singing, and of course my education was mentioned. K said that he has only heard me sing a few times, and I asked him when? He said "well, there was this one time in Syria when we were singing the whole group together, you sat on my right and I remember hearing your voice". I was stunned. "And you remember that?" I said. "Well ... yeah", he said.

It was just such a beautiful compliment. I didn't need him to say anything at all about my singing. The fact that he remembered the moment was more than enough.

I just wanted to tell you. The night felt like velvet, it sounds silly but everything really was soft and dark and comforting like velvet. It was a very beautiful ride in a car, one of these random moments that seem to pass other people by, but that I collect like treasures.