We did not know it then, we drove to the end of the world on a nameless peninsula, a spit off the edge of Ireland, some cheap car we rented in Dublin, a stick, we drove all day across that… Read More ›
Nick Drake. The wonder of discovery of this lost soul for many of us in the late 90s. Ghostly and withdrawn he passes through like something remarkable outside your window you’re likely to miss.
The most precious things we keep hold meaning for only us, and it’s those things we surround ourselves with as time takes all the rest.
We can curl up with our cats and blankets and books and reheat yesterday’s soup.
Sitting outside as the storm gathers, on the outer edge of it: thinking that all things have their edges good or bad, where they begin.
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.
Early morning walks from the cottage in January as the light is coming on earlier day by day.
Knowing we had it good then but not realizing how much.