The lights of the attic are turned low, and the time is almost 10:30 PM as I write this. Vaguely mid-century vibes crossed with Scandinavian simplicity inform the tranquil space, while this musical selection, entitled ‘Asian Dream Song’ adds a third aspect that brings together three corners of the world. On this night, when spring is on the wind, and the wind is strong enough to make the rafters creak and moan, the attic feels like the coziest respite and escape from the darkness outside.
Though this is written in the relative hush of night, the music at hand feels more like morning, stimulating and invigorating, and I am reminded that dreams are not solely the stuff of evenings and midnights. Daydreams are occasionally just as potent, and when the mind takes you somewhere else during the day, it’s sometimes a matter of survival. That’s just the world in which we live now.
Dream, dream, dream – day or night – dream…
