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Cool air, The Avett Brothers, a glass of (highly sentimental) wine, & a home cooked meal.
Does it get any better than this?
No. Really, I don't think there's much else beyond this. I am utterly satisfied.
Speaking of the Avetts, here are the lyrics to one of the songs I've been playing and replaying as of late:
I wanna have friends that I can trust
That love me for the man I've become, not the man that I was.
And I wanna have friends that'll let me be
all alone when being alone is all that I need.
I wanna fit in to the perfect space,
to feel natural and safe in a volatile place.
And I wanna grow old without the pain,
give my body back to the earth and not complain.
Will you understand, when I am to hold up a man?
And will you forget, when we have paid our debt,
who did we borrow from? Who did we borrow from?
Okay, part two, now clear the house.
The party's over take the shouting and the people, get out.
I have some business and a promise that I have to hold to.
I do not care what you assume or what the people tell you.
Will you understand, when I am too old of a man?
And will you forget, when we have paid our debt,
who did we borrow from? Who did we borrow from?
I wanna have pride like my mother has.
And not like the kind in the Bible that turns you bad.
And I wanna have friends that I can trust.
That love me for the man I'll become and not the man that I was.
Might as well be a poem, no? That first stanza grabs me by the heart, especially the first six lines. Resonates in my bones, right through to the marrow.
Oh, I love it. Happy Monday.
