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pale september

November 5, 2006

In my car. Coming home from a simple night out with friends, watching TV. I round the corner, and this is what I hear: 

“Pale September
I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer
Lost their breath and disappearred
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms
Resounded from within
But then he rose brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armour falling down
In a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm
As I’m singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me for what misfortune sows
He knows my touch will reap

And all my armour falling down
In a pile at me feet
And my winter giving way to warm
As I’m singing him to sleep”
                                                    –Fiona Apple

And my face lights up in bliss, and my mind drifts to those that I wish I were with. To the people who hold my heart and mind day in and out. To those that wish me well, to those that love me.

So, as the song floats through my ears, and into my mind, and down my spine into my soul, I continue to drive back to my home. I do not steer my car elsewhere.

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