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In like a lion, they say. We’ll see about that. I’m still thinking about February. February always has a sort of finality to it, for me. It’s such a short month, and it’s the last one before my birthday, which falls on the last day of winter. So the second month of the year already …
I love mornings like this. Diluted, soft light filtering in through the windows, hot coffee on the stove, no real obligations. It reminds me of waking up on Saturday mornings when I was a kid. Sundays were not relaxing mornings–we had a rigorous chore schedule that had to be completed by noon (which included scrubbing the bathroom floors on our hands and knees) and there was the impending dread of doing all the homework I’d put off. Sundays were never fun days.
I woke up with Van Halen’s “Jump” in my head. Then, while I was making breakfast, I was singing along to the Beastie Boys’ “Rhymin’ and Stealin'”. Made for a pretty delicious meal, I can tell you that. But then I looked outside, and it’s frozen solid. The roads are icy, the cars are a white line, the air crystalline, the branches heavy. Sometimes it feels like gravity is stronger in winter, pulling us earthward with brutal insistence. So, I did what any sane person would do–I got back in bed and began daydreaming about summer. And this song floated into my head. And, when I looked it up on YouTube, I found this video, which looks so much like Willow I almost think whoever posted this must have been there. Either way, it makes me happy to know that someone else sees exactly what I see when I think of this song. Enjoy.