I remember how it took you down, as the winter turned the meadow brown.

Tune of the day CXLII.

I don’t want the summer to ever end. Can I have my invincible été now, please? Okay, so it has to. It will. Soon. Well, can I at least be assured a nice fall? A bearable winter? No? Alright then, I’ll just have to cross my fingers and hope for the best.

The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

How did any holes in the snow tipped pines, I find
Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night?

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

Brother you don’t need to turn me away
I was waiting down at the ancient gate

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

I remember how they took you down
As the winter turned the meadow brown

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

When I’m walking brother don’t you forget
It ain’t often you’ll ever find a friend

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today 

 

And the rest of our lives would have fared well.

Reminiscing with an old friend  over hot cocoa is the best. Sitting in a coffee shop, warm and cozy . Speaking about the good times, completely forgetting about the bad ones.  Thinking to yourself that you hadn’t realized how much you’d missed this particular person until that moment when you hug and realize your squeezing so tight it’s borderline painful. Wondering at what point you started considering this friend as ‘old’. Getting angry at yourself for waiting over a year to meet and silently promising that it won’t happen again. Feeling scared that you might be lying to yourself. Forgetting it when that person tells you something particularly funny only that person would say.  Like a reassurance that it isn’t over. We haven’t forgotten and we won’t. And then you look out the window, see the shivering people and practically feel the cold biting your cheeks. You see the street you walked down so many times during the summer and think to yourself that it looks different. You realize, time constantly passes and things follow, without exception. It all always changes and that’s okay.

The Shins – New Slang

Love & Green Dragons