Papa went to other lands
And he found someone who understands
The ticking, and the western man's need to cry
He came back the other day, you know
Some things in life may change
And some things
They stay the same
Like time, there's always time
On my mind
So pass me by, I'll be fine
Just give me time
it's saturday morning and i have slept until i can't sleep anymore. this is a great feeling 'cuz i usually get up because i have things to do early. i still have things to do, but today is an exception. it's been snowing for 12 hours and it is still coming down. it is a very wet, very white, and very beautiful spring snow.
i will venture out now, to forage for spiritual sustenance and also find something to make for lunch. i need to shovel the walks, do laundry, and start a book i have been aching to read.
but right now, its so very quiet and pristine that it deserves honoring. i hope it's a glorious weekend.
today's sound choice is the haunting melancholy of damien rice with "older chests"