This is a crappy, crappy Wednesday in the DC area. It’s snowy and rainy and cold and damp and grey. I found this song particularly pleasing today, especially the lyrics about death; “and it will steal your innocence/ but it will not steal your substance/ and you are not alone in this”. That doesn’t exactly make me warm, but it makes me warm enough.
I’m reminded of the English Lake Country, where the clouds and fog hang low over grey water, and green hills hide looming manor houses. I miss that place, and that time.