On the way to the train the other day I overheard an earnest little boy ask his mom, "The lightest thing in the world is air, right?"

"Yes," she told him...

I thought, "Well, yeah, but then there's love...that can be even lighter. In the best way, it really does lift you up, almost better than air."

Later, I met the most incredible being on the 2 train. Camille Harris. Crazy cool bangs and braids, a yellow fake flower on her coat.

"Jonatha? Jonatha Brooke?"

"Yeah"

"You have been my life's soundtrack! I love you. I saw you first at the Boulder Theatre when I was like 7. My dad loves only you and Pat Metheny!"

These are moments that always pull me from whatever murk I'm wallowing in. These are the gifts that restore my bruised and battered ego from whatever insults the day has wrought. 

They always come at the right time. Camille? Enchanting, glowing. She told me she is a singer. Working on her next record too...She calls what she does "Silly Jazz" - in fact later when I went to her web site I got sucked in to her outrageous song called "The Muffin Man." Actually, It seems she's written a whole play about the muffin man!!
And then, what really killed me was her song "Meanie."

She is getting married this summer and trying to figure out which Jonatha Brooke song she will use for her first dance. When I said "All You Gotta Do Is Touch Me" she said, "Yeah, but no, I mean that would be really creepy with my DAD!"

Oops. duh.

I love Camille too. I hope I see her again.

Love, lighter than air.