Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Pure joy. "I'm alive!" (Thanks, Julie.)
And if we're going to go there, we must go HERE:
And surprise! (Thanks, Jessica.)
And there's the line and Win Butler's wailing of it: "We remember our bedrooms and our parent's bedrooms and the bedrooms of our friends!" that calls to me something about childhood and remembering and distance and longing and oh I can't explain it, you have to listen, the song does the taking for me.
And finally, there is always the letter.