10:39am Waiting for my coffee at Kru. There’s a guy playing Blackbird on the upright piano. I was taken back for a second before I saw him, when I only heard the music. It was the first time I’ve heard someone play as well as you do since you left. That felt weird. The same feeling I had a minute ago walking here in the rain. When I stood in that spot we did to take photos of our friend on Christmas Eve. Is that what she called “the yearning”?