Even the rain falls luxuriously in Summers, or so it seems to me. But the night has gone to my head; if I start talking nonsense, please don’t mind it. We played a gig—when was it, an hour, a day ago?—and then we turned the stage over and went down into the crowd. I always love that, and that was one party I won’t soon forget, that party, although it is all very confused in my mind. The best things always are.

They had us play unplugged, that I do remember. Lucky crooned without a mic and it seemed right for that place…The sun’s just set behind some clouds on the horizon. There’s something obscene about rain falling on the sea, something so majestic and obscene…I’m sorry, I always make a spectacle of myself. I should be content just to let it happen, and to let those drops that fall on me pool upon my face. What was I going to say?…Oh: the glimmer of the last rays of the sun. The glimmer of the last rays of the sun on the sheen of the street reminded me of Lucky’s voice. And now the streetlights are on; their sheen on the wet street reminds me of the husky voice of the sax. I held it a little in check to not overpower an un-miced Lucky.

People are hurrying by from bar to bar, club to club. I think I recognize a few faces, maybe a few dresses, and I would have no doubts if their necks and shoulders were not wrapped up in raincoats. But they are, and they hurry by in the rain. But I’m still dressed in the clothes I wore, and my face is open to the rain, so some of them recognize me. They wave and call to me in many accents. Someone passing close by murmurs, “Stoic Club last night: I heard you rocked. Can you give me the number?” But that I cannot do, I don’t know it myself, cause they invited us. “I understand,” and she turns away, and I think it’s about time I did the same.

There is a room in the hotel I have been waiting for, I realize. I start walking. I must have spent the remains of the night there. I think my sax must still be there. What is it about this room? I must need to sleep, I must want to see the rain out the window, the one facing the courtyard, and watch the rain falling through the trees. I want to be in the dry room and look out on the night for a change.