The View Stretches for Miles and Miles

Outside my window at 11pm I inhale the humidity in the air, and it has the sweet musk of spring.

Miles Davis's muted horn brings solace that I haven't felt in months.

The bass softly kneads the tension out of my back.

The city is a cacophony of rain, cars and lights outside my window.

But in the hands of Miles this rich spring night is not but solitude and peace.

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