Last night was one of those rare times that i dreamt i was back in rv concert band again.

The feeling was really weird, but it was nice. I havent touched a clarinet in 5 years, and being able to touch a shiny good clarinet in my dream felt surreal and so omg. In my dream, i could almost really taste the reed - the unique woody (and a bit salty) taste of a size 3.5 reed. Serious. And seeing all the distant familiar faces again was strange.

I doubt i will ever play a clarinet again.

But i just wanna say that despite everything, i do love and admire the clarinet. A lot.

A whole lot.