Although pictures can express things when words elude, it is only music that can express the things too complex to describe. I have had the first song on repeat for the past three weeks and the second for the last week.
Honey and I ran through the winter, dreaming, full of hopes and wonder at life’s potential. Our feet trod the same earth so long that it became mud, with disappointments arising to exhaust us and eventually, hold us in place.
As the strength of the sun becomes noticeable and teases my freckles, we are crawling out* of the disheartened space we’ve occupied for a while and I can see dancing to come**.
* trip the light
** five years time