Blues Before Sunrise
2. Suite: Blue Jewel of Jökulsárlón
C.
Now the blue jewel was almost in her lap, as if it had rolled down the frozen pathway of glacier melt like a troll's bowling ball.
This was the third movement.
She was back in herself now, bowing and fingering and coaxing the cello to the same fever pitch she was feeling.
Surely she would be crushed. Yet dawn was almost there. The sun was sending its rays over the snowy mountain range. And everyone knew that the sun melted trolls and their toys. Having been queen of the dark, she knew that particularly.
Yes, it was all in her mind. Had someone walked in, they would have seen no such threatening scenario but only a wild woman in a sweat-drenched nightgown sawing away at an instrument she wielded like a weapon. Yet was there ever a true artist whose imagination respected the so-called real world? She asked herself that, because everything, her vision and her playing and her assessment of it all, was undeniably happening at once.
"Let the sun also rise!" she called out in a voice to raise the dead. "I will not be outbid!
2 December 2022
Texas Jim
Jökulsárlón, Iceland
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