The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and […]
(Andrew Bird is pretty good driving music and I’m missing him a bit this morning. On the road today, though I’m not driving so the music is a blend of sometimes saccharine pop on Sirius XM. Alas.)
(In case you haven’t figured it out yet, this week’s theme has been a few examples of the music I listen to while I’m writing. And you probably thought it was all Lady Gaga.)