Strolled down to the little mosque down the road around 7.35. It had rained during the night, the result being one of those rain-washed mornings that remind you of how good it is to be alive. The sky was blue in patches, overlaid by an odd mix of white and dark cloud - yet it was obvious there would be no more rain. Not a trace of warmth in the air, yet not in any sense cold. The world awake and refreshed. I had Dylan's New Morning playing in my head throughout my little walk - in a mixture of the familiar version from the original album and the extraordinary version with horns blaring on the recent A New Self Portrait. Either way, it's got to be one of the greatest yelps of pure joy ever committed to vinyl.
Selamat Hari Raya, Eid Mubarak to all!
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