Sunday.  I awakened, my mind seeming to have skipped a day.  It felt like Monday.  The New York Times in the blue plastic wrapper lying at the end of the driveway was a clue.  Today is Sunday.  There’s a fine rain falling.

At Starbucks I chose a table.  Coffee in hand I considered the possibilities for writing.   At the table to one side an acquaintance suggested a tune I might enjoy exploring.  Seated at the table on my other side were two individuals.  One is going on interminably with trivial gossip, reporting on the lives of acquaintances, likely relatives.  Her table mate is patiently listening while she drones on.  I know that life in part is tedium, “same old, same old.” Then the sun breaks through with light, with newness, washing away the patina, the grime.  It is springtime – life comes again.

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Yesterday I took some photos of daffodils while walking on 3rd Street in Geneva.  It seemed that everyone was out.  We ate ice cream on the patio at Kilwin’s.  A family with young children was adjacent to our table.  I tried to remember how it felt to be a child.

Daffodils in Fog

by Kay N. Sanders

Daffodils hold their candles
Up to the fog. Their light,
Though muted, does not go out.

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This tune is perfect for a mellow spring morning:  Jesus, Etc. by Wilco.  It is a bitter-sweet tune.  My take-away 1)  Jesus becomes for you whatever you combine him to be.  2) Each star, is a setting sun.  What seems most enduring is in fact dying.  The language of this lyric is elegant!

Jesus, Etc.

By Wilco

Jesus, don’t cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can combine anything you want
I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Don’t cry
You can rely on me honey
You can come by any time you want
I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have

Our love
Our love is all of God’s money
Everyone is a burning sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Lyrics by Jay Bennett, Jeffrey Scot Tweedy