A playlist for all seasons.
Jk… it was made with solely this heinous, despicable winter in mind, as part of my chrysalis against the -2 degree nights that start at 5:30pm, and the seemingly endless setbacks, and the gloom and doom of February, the shortest and cruelest of months (Eliot had it all wrong).
And yet. As soul crushing as 4 feet of (cumulative) snowfall may be, this is also for times that might, as this week’s Madame Clairevoyant prediction for Virgo sweetly and truly states, “overwhelm you with possibilities, with visions, with the different paths all stretching out before you, each one sweet and each one wild.” 2014 is doing just that; the possibilities are there, I can taste them. Winter might be long and dark and oh-so-cold, but spring will always be right behind (or ahead - because it’s all about perspective, isn’t it?).
What I’m trying is to say is, hang in there.
Anyone looking for an apartment? Corpses or terminally ill preferred.
|Frank:||Did we have sex this morning?|
|Me:||No... But we did have pancakes.|