I’m restless. I think I’m sufficiently tired to conk out tonight without too much tossing and turning, though. My heart is pulled in fifty thousand different directions, my expectations sit everywhere and nowhere, and my hope, my hope… is so full, but… *sigh* These songs are pure emotion channelled through the vibrant air. Is there a more beautiful album than George Winston’s December?
It feels like I miss things I don’t even know yet. Some prescient nostalgia, coupled with an unnamed longing, fueled by dreams in the night… Elements of an uneasy soul. Is there more? Yes.