every morning, i find myself masterfully awakened by miles davis. i do not require scented sprays or ocean sounds, but a stirring rendition of my funny valentine is definitely in order. like a siren to my torpid morning-brain, it lures me towards the fate of my day tenderly, irresistibly. it is a rather indomitable force, gently stirring with just enough cacophony to rouse.

it seems i tend to be drawn towards those items in life which are like jazz: complex, engaging, and a bit dissonant. perhaps i shall expound upon this sometime.