Here’s a poem, by Heather Christle.
I remember walking through the morning
after a night of heavy snow and drink
with headphones on and they played
me the most perfect song: no one
was awake and I was hungover
young as clean as a piano
I thought and at any moment
someone might fall in love with me I was
that woven into the electric
cold bright air and for weeks
after I went through the album
in search of the song but could not
find it and later much later I saw
that what I had taken to be the song
was in fact the joyous concordance of
a moment that would not come again
On the subject of music that makes you feel bright and alive, I would recommend revisiting the Big Thief Tiny Desk if you haven’t done so recently.
OK, that’s all. Hope this week brings you that joyous concordance. Until next time.