Every once in a while I have to take a picture like this.
Whenever I lose sight of the horizon, when the focus blurs and the excruciating hammering of the commonplace starts to dent my head, these are my refuges, and my remedies.
Immediately new every time, and as startling and joy-spiced, now, as ever.
I might think I know them well, but they have more poignance and bristling majesty than it is possible to circumscribe, and they bring renewal like a wave, like a sunrise when the night has overstayed its welcome, like the whiff of ozone after lightning has arced jagged through a damp sky.
Specifically,
The Byrds - "For every hung-up person in the whole wide universe."
Buffalo Springfield - "Deeply and beyond seeing"
The Band - "Ain't no reason to hang my head. I could wake up in the morning dead."
Mississippi John Hurt - "He laid his Bible down for his lovin'..."
Jimi Hendrix - "Will the wind ever remember?"
Bob Marley - "So who's gonna stay at home When freedom fighters are fighting?"
One day, one day It will all make sense"
There is a swarm of sound
Around our heads
And we can hear it
And we can get healed by it
It will relieve us from the pain
It would make us a part of it
This universe of solutions
