Rooms

I feel like I don't acknowledge enough how lucky I am to be in the rooms that I get to be in.  There is so much talent, so much joy, so much wisdom, so much wit in a contained space...sometimes as small as a De Paul University classroom or as drafty as the Neo-Futurarium or as stuffy as the Loyola Park rehearsal room.  There is a magic that I hope I will inherit by osmosis in these rooms, something remarkable that comes from not only collaborating with artists who are passionate about what they do but simply engaging in a conversation with people who share the same values as you do. And sometimes hot toddys are involved.

Well.

This was rather mushy and sentimental.

Here is a picture of a hairless cat to make up for it.