“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.
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I’ll have new music out next month ;)
