“A cold wind blows…”
This time of year often brings a large influx of nostalgia. Bitter waves of memories come from an angered ocean shaken by regret. Something sweet is left behind.
“All you have to do…”
In these times I have to, reluctantly, remind myself that I am not my past.
“The journey calls…”
Perhaps one Autumn, many years from now, on a late Sunday, moments from midnight, I’ll be in a similar place; and I hope then to remember this night: I lived in a mansion—drove a sexy red civic si—played an awesome piano from the 80’s—had some awesome friends—worked from home—and MRYM.
“The leaves will fall…”
Like they do every year.
I’ll have new music out next month ;)