During a wonderful weekend of long walks by the sea, coffee, pizza, Stevie Nicks, French films and more pizza - this led to a long Saturday night conversation with my best friend, while both of us were falling asleep in my bed with her two dogs.
I fell asleep saying that I wouldn't bother again unless it's for something truly extraordinary. There are books to be written and to be read, places to go, friends to cherish - so much to do and never enough time. Extraordinary is the only possible way now.
And then I had a vivid dream from which I never wanted to wake. In it, I was kissing two of the most extraordinary ones I can possibly think of: Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan. A young Dylan and a very old Cohen. I was to choose between them; I couldn't, of course. But what a lovely, impossible situation to dream of.
I think it's safe to say the bar is now pretty high.
On the other hand, this song is still jammed in my head this morning and refuses to go away.