the soundtrack for the moment
I miss New Orleans.
I miss driving down Nashville to Magazine and turning left and then zipping a right hand turn to the parking lot of the Whole Foods dodging potholes along the way. I miss the plane trees that I passed in front of the house on Nashville somewhere between St. Charles and Magazine. They were the only ones that would get really "fall-y". The leaves would die and waft down to the ground, crackling and rustling as I drove by.
Every time I passed the leafless tree limbs that reminded me that fall was in progress in other parts of the world, the sound that came into my head was Miles Davis's Kind of Blue. To me that is the sound of New Orleans in the fall...not red, not yellow, just kind of blue.