Being in Asheville. My favoritest city in the states. Just as the leaves are changing. And woodsmoke tints the air.
Attending a conference for serious writers (oh yes, my nose is turned sophisticatedly up) of novels.
Hannah Coulter by Wendell Berry
Dinner at the Corner Kitchen in the Biltmore Village: Pecan encrusted trout, cold green bean salad, and mashed sweet potatoes. All served in candlelight, with a tree-speckled cobblestone street out the window, and caramel bread pudding for dessert.
Driving. Alone. For days.
Being in a hotel room all by myself.
This music by my newly discovered favorite film score composer, Thomas Newman: Any Other Name