On my way to coffee, a segment of lecture, Aristotle.
On mature, self-disinterested friendship being the fullest
On friendship as the basis for polis, polis for family, even.
On reaching a pause, going to a classical FM, a guess at Haydn
On later finding that correct per online playlist
On taking an extra ten to drive the neighborhood here, high
On the hill, on the alpine horn, string tremolo, and fresh Fall air
On shutting it off, the car, the sound, the responsive eyes and ears
On figuring, then, the shortfall from the best -- how far we are.