A Long December
Today is the 4th or 5th morning in the recent past that I’ve woken up with this Counting Crows song running through my head. I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower..
I’m almost embarrassed to admit that my legs are sore from playing ping pong yesterday. Arms might have been excusable, but legs?
Hearing birds chirping this morning made me miss the birds in New Zealand. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a bird that sings a distinct melody. And these birds sing the same melody over and over again. We would pass on a hike and on our way back they’d still be singing the same succession of pitches. Talk about a lesson in contentment.
Mr. Jones frequently plagues my brain. Maybe it’s magic.
I’m embarrassed when I sweat like a fat pig when I play.
I’m jealous of your foreign experiences.
Phantom of the Opera plagues my brain… always the dark twisted lyrics like “slowly deftly night unfurls it’s splendor.”