The rivers are happy

Last week, you fell like a dominoe, softly, with barely a sound but you felt it. This happens with illnesses apparently. First Devin fell, fell hard. He was moaning. Scout, his dog, seemed concerned as he furrowed his brow and slept on the floor nearby. Tony was next in line and he fell - not so hard but it was tough for him to sing and his voice changed with the swelling of lymph glands in his throat. And then you fell softly. You did not know that you were a domino until your throat became scratchy and your sinuses filled with mucus. But Monday was coming no matter. Monday was the day of the recording session. So now you and Tony are in the recording studio. The colds have evaporated and the session goes as planned. The producer dances and the engineer mixes. He adds some echo, some reverb and a few jokes. We are in a log cabin playing ancient music and recording it on state of the art equipment. Tablas from India and the didjeridoo from Australia. My microphone is tubular and made in Russia. Afterwards Tony and you go to the bank to cash some checks. Then you go to Coffee Roasters so Tony can drink some coffee and you can imbibe a ginger lime drink. You look to the sky and see clouds rolling in, swirling over the mountains, they conspire for some more rain. The rivers are happy.