Cut this picture into you and me
Burn it backwards, kill this history
Make it over, make it stay away
Or hate’ll say the ending that love started to stay
There’s a kid a floor below me saying brother can you spare
Sunshine for a brother, old man winter’s in the air
Walked me up a story, asking how you are
Told me not to worry, you were just a shooting star
In Nashville for a few days before heading back to Atlanta. Being in the states feels strange and comfortable, like a favorite pair of shoes you’ve not worn in a very long time.
Lousy flights yesterday gave way to 100 degree heat on the ground. It’s a mild 96F currently, and threatening a high of 103F. Southern heat cleanses the soul.
Outside, last night, I realized one thing the great white north was missing; bugs. Listening to the chorus of katydids and frogs was an unexpected welcome home.
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