An hour or so ago, I had butternut squash to make into soup, but no onions, so I made a shopping list, dressed up warmly, and got out my earbuds to listen to music at the end of a sluggish day. The last thing I listened to on my phone was Tamikrest, so I picked up where I left off – and remembered I have a ticket for their show at the Kaserne in Basel tomorrow night. The band's steady, hypnotizing pulse carried me along through the dark, cold evening to the nearby supermarket, and I found myself dancing along in happy anticipation of the dancing I'll do tomorrow at the concert. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 13 December 2022)
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