Last night as I descended into the Union Square subway station, I encountered the most lovely, random surprise.
Defying all logic and laws of physics, this gentleman somehow managed to get a full piano all the way down to the N/Q/R/W platform. He played Debussy's "Clair de Lune," the notes echoing throughout the station, tender and pure and lovely as it mixed with the sound of trains coming and going. People on both sides of the tracks stopped and listened, everyone utterly silent with this look of wonder upon their faces.
Absolutely one of the most beautiful moments of my life.
I highly suggest you listen to this song and picture it among the grit and bustle of a train station.
Last Saturday was a big day. My friend from work, Mitch, and I went to Long Island for a very exciting purpose: Shannon, a "future professional" at the Cactus Academy Paul Mitchell Partner School, was going to cut and color our hair.
It was awesome. She's uber-professional.
I LOVED what she did with my hair - the color is now dark dark brown with a red tint. I've been getting compliments all week.
At the end of the day, after tending to Shannon's disorienting blood-sugar drop, we went a-shoppin' for our Halloween costumes, and in the process tried on a LOT of wigs.
The wig that made me realize blonde is a bad color for me:
The Evanescence queen:
The mod:
And then we tried on two wigs, looked at each other and realized we were wearing each other's hair. Shannon even pulled off a perfect "jenna taking a photo" expression. You can tell it's perfect because I'm next to her making the face without even realizing it.
We found a pair of gigantic fairy goth wings and I couldn't resist:
People were looking at me pretty funny.
That night it rained so hard we felt like we were in a car wash. While Shannon stopped into the grocery store, I chilled in the car and reminisced about the time in my life when I used to adore the rain, when I used to sit in my car with the engine off and just listen to the rain coming down, watching the shadows play on every surface.
I spent the night at her place and insisted we watch "Army Of Darkness," which she had never seen. She spent the whole time laughing, "What the hell???" The next morning we continued our Halloween shopping, and emerged into a new, bright, rainless day. Her driveway is idyllic, positively autumnal.
The wig shopping continued.
Bad.
Better. (don't you love the "do not remove wigs from package" sign behind me?) This is the wig I ended up buying, and suddenly I realized that it is the exact color of my new hair. Ah well.
As I waited for the train back to the city, I watched the sun set while a church in the distance echoed a song for ten full minutes.
This morning I watched the sun rise from my office rooftop.
I thought about how many times I've seen the sun rise and under what conditions I had those experiences. It is so rare for me that it is special and quiet and compelling each time I see it. This was by far my least favorite occasion, but you know that kind of beauty can't be undercut by any annoying work situation.
