My drive home this evening was full of musings, songs that resurrected the past and accentuated by the early Spring weather; high cirrus, wispy contrails, a sun dog and the smell of new growth; tugging at the cool air; a harbinger of hot days and a blistering sun.
Winter is forecast to forecast to threaten again; a weak effort with rain, cold mornings and the slow relinquishing of the hold that gripped with vengeance.
After I arrived home, I searched through music videos; looking for the correct song to express my mood. It was a futile search, with Three Dog Night, Joni Mitchell and Randy Newman only scratching at the mood I'm in. Nothing fits and I decided I'd tried enough, and will admit defeat.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.