Late Night Under Maples #15

Eric Dolphy - Glad to Be Unhappy

Late night when the winds whisper into your ears, it says things to you. Your life, the hours, broken into segmented pockets of what was once an unbroken chain of time.

The minutes, the moments, the memories, vibrating through the dark, suddenly lit and glowing like a blanket of technicolour brilliance only to turn unto itself and out of control. When all colours mix... black becomes and resets to darkness.

The winds whisper nothing.