i got out of february today... march came in with a storm, literally and figuratively. i hear it beating against the windows as i type this. and as there is always a calm before a storm, there is a quiet afterwards and a time to peer around at the fallen branches from trees, playground furniture upside down in the neighbor's lawn... things don't seem right, some things are lost forever... but so many things, however weathered, can be recovered. and so it goes for the human heart as well...
i realized today (mostly after writing the above paragraph) that, if i wanted to, i could be a very successful country song-writer. just as far as lyrics go anyway. i have never "gotten" country music, but after living in nashville for 5 1/2 years, i have not been able to escape it completely. there are a few songs i appreciate... the sadder the better, but there is a sense of comfort in the rootsy sound of the guitars and smooth, drawling vocals. it feels like walking down a dirt road in the summertime, with the setting sun on your face, the sound of crickets in the high grass, lightning bugs appearing at twilight... and if there are tears on your face, they will dry in the warm air and the peaceful quiet of the evening rests soothingly on your heart.
yes, just one or two country songs... shut up. i hate the rest.
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