This morning in fog I can only feel the 6:05 WestJet but I can see my breath. I'm breathing fog, the plane's passed through me, I'm lighter east.
Evelyn Glennie, the percussionist, deaf since childhood, was explaining on Bravo the other day how she feels different pitches in different parts of her body. She hears D-flat, for instance, as vibrations in her upper chest a little to one side, D-sharp somewhere else. Her prodigious four-mallet technique on the marimba thus performs to/from her entire body. She needs bare feet to do it.
There goes the 6:45, also east. What are eyes for?
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