Friday, August 23, 2019

As the sun has its place up in the sky, I love you so dearly

This is a repeat. But I don't care.

Straight from too-bright backyards in summer 1983, the sound of big fluffy clouds momentarily darkening the grass or the pool. The *scronch* of an inner tube as you shift on it, the trees swaying. How could I have ever known I would caress all those little snippets and bits, but I must have known, somehow, that the song would be the bridge between then and now, rethreading it onto older skies, newer clouds, decades of generations of leaves and branches.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you

Nope, didn't learn about this from Three Billboards, but rather from my Grandad's copy of Voulez-Vous that he gave to me probably not long after it came out. Maybe he didn't care for it, maybe he expected it to line up more with the less disco-y Arrival. What I do know for sure is that I was, even at 10 or 11, pretty floored that he even bought himself an ABBA album.

Strength and solidarity. Or a message you can send to/hear from yourself.

Wednesday, August 07, 2019

Making the life that I had seem suddenly shiny and new

We all want someone or something to appear in life and make every path forward and back clear to us.