Settle in, friends, winter is here. If winter had a musical form, it'd be the blues. The only way out of the cold or out of the blues is to revel in it, to embrace it & live in it. Early winter is one of my favorite seasons. Personally, I'm hoping for one of those winters with no thaw, where the snow is here for the duration. What's that book where the guy takes the sled down a dangerous hill? The description of winter is spot on. It's going to bug me 'til I remember.
The beauty of winter is the warming up. How can you possibly experience warmth unless you've been out in the cold? Also, I don't remember winter being so cold when I was a kid. I don't think the weather is getting colder, I just think I was more excited to be playing outside in the snow. You know your having fun if it's below freezing, there's snow on the ground & your sweating inside your coat. Whenever I remember cutting wood with my old man & Opa, I don't remember being cold. One of these days I want to take up snowshoeing. Who's with me?
Five Favorite Songs of the Day
Each Coming Night-Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days
Sodom, South Georgia-Iron & Wine, Our Endless Numbered Days
No Man's Land-Sufjan Stevens, the Avalanche
Up in the highest of heights
O'Hara blinks and fights
This land is yours; this land is mine.
I see the Captain in red,
And Cairo at his head.
This land is yours; this land is mine.
The lightning over the park,
The waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
The carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
There was a car in the bay
By the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
In the water that we made
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
From the floor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
And Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
The Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
The Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
The Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
By the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
In the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
Ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
Summer Days-Bob Dylan, Fairfax, VA 2002
Charlie Sexton's last stand resulted in the finest version of this song I've heard.
I'll Remember You-Bob Dylan, Fairfax, VA 2002
Happy Winter, friends...
andrew
6 comments:
Now I'm trying to remember the book of which you write. Happy Winter.
I have no clue about the book you're referring to--I must never have read it. I like your perspective on winter--I'm going to try today to embrace it, and especially to appreciate the contrast of the warmth.
True- Kids are never cold outside as long as there is snow on the ground... too busy playing to worry about the temperature.
Ethan Frome! I knew it started with an E. I feel much better now.
Melissa called yesterday and complained of it being cold - 60 degrees! Oh how they forget the joys of beautiful Michigan
Wasn't Ethan Hawke in the movie version of Ethan Frome? I think I used to have that on VHS.
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