last words

And I'm off, finally, hopefully not for good.

It's been a crazy past few weeks, what with the research that makes me feel like things haven't changed since last June, except that this time I'm taking a 12 hour flight to London instead of a 5 hour one to Hong Kong.

The last two nights of Tango made me really want to get a break from my cello, to let it rest, to get my bow rehaired (eventually). I don't know how long I'll last without the cello so I might visit random music shops in London and try their cellos there.

Hopefully I'll be able to resist the temptation to get something freakishly expensive.

Terminal three is nice and quiet in the morning. Only 3 out of the 16 computer terminals are occupied. Most people are shopping (so early!). They play cheesy elevator music, as usual. The carpet is still darkly grey, and not faint from being often-trod.

See you when I see you next.