This could be the biggest sky

(How do I write this without any working jargon? No "aligns" or "frameworks" or "meet?")

In the absence of feelings about the time this song emerged, or about its content (this is SUCH A WORK EMAIL RIGHT NOW), I am going to pull myself out of dutiful, scheduled, timebound thinking by wondering about the genesis of it.

Here it is, a snapshot about him, and his reminder to me that you can be both deliberate and spontaneous in your creating.  

That structure will set you free. 

That I admire the freedom of improvising, and understand viscerally how that freedom happens because improvising, though improvising, still has a...framework. 

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This is where I am right now. I profoundly need no words, a time with no pecking, typing, seeking a word to express what I am doing and especially to define what I am thinking. I'm talking about (though I don't want to talk) some chill out music. These guys are especially good at it.

Just these sounds, natural warmth, peaceful ease. And an island where I can even "go to get pancakes and a milk shake and just relax with a book."

That's where the hell this beautiful above-tropical beach is and these people mingling--oh, so mingling!--are. I didn't know Germany had relaxing-escape islands on the North Sea coast. 

These dudes have the right idea. Bring everyone together someplace so untroubled and sacramental, no words are needed.