It’s Such… Such a Horrid Day

It’s Such… Such a Horrid Day

It’s such… such a perfect day…

I listened to this song somewhat dreamily as I drove to work under a stodgy blanket of grey clouds. The day itself seemed grey. The tarmac on which I drove, the sand bars along the side of the road, other cars racing past, concrete bridges whizzing overhead… all grey. Only the grass remained green and against all this grey, it looked like wild neon flailing in the wind.

As it goes on grey days, my thoughts turned introspective and quiet. What is a perfect day, Chris Martin? What are you singing about? When last did you have such… such a perfect day? Your song sounds so ethereal, I wonder if you really have had a perfect day… ever? Read more

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Blues.

Blues.

I’ve been battling the blues lately. Nothing serious, just a week or so of feeling…. kinda misplaced. I can’t say why. Poor sleep, stress, not enough exercise. Oh, and the fact that I am just a human being, after all.

In a moment of possible self-pity (hey, I said I was human) I was about to Read more