It’s winter, and as a fitting snow, sun, and temperature accompanied my last drive back to my apartment, I listened to my perennial album for this exact weather, The Ocean Blue by the group of the same name. I’ve long been sorting out where to write about what and what this blog is for, and it’s always settled upon where it started: music.
It struck me, simply, as I drove, that my favorite song on the album, the original one I’d heard back in 1989 on a mix tape from my sister, seems to still apply to my life more than maybe any other song: “Drifting, Falling.” There’s no need to go into it; the lyrics are clear. It felt good to have that cross my mind, although the feelings felt while listening are about equal parts sweet and bitter, with optimism tipping the scale to the sweet side. Whatever the color of the walls around me, it seems to be so.
“Frigid Winter Days” added further treasuring to the occasion, and so I drove home, resolved to finally write another blog entry, and an important one at that! It all felt excellent, as does typing this up now. Here’s to much more writing, now that I remember how good it feels to be typing here and elsewhere—especially my blog.





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