No other song has spoken to me so strongly, or so well described my frequent way of being in the world. And by that I mean just the last line, pluralized, and taken totally out of context.
A gooball in a blue raincoat, adrift, filled to the brim with feelings. FEEEEELINGS.
This morning when I woke the world had filled up with rain and the room was dark and I spilled coffee on my legs looking out the window. Later I drank coffee in the rain under a tree filled with birds with a lap full of orange peels. Now I am having tea and sitting on a blanket of many colors.
The sky is big and grey and the leaves outside my window are somber; they wave in the breeze.
Times a’changin’, times a’changin’.
Here be cats.
This has taken on a whole new meaning.
from my CAMERA COON