Weather

Hello again.
It's cold outside. Cold for spring. In the sun I feel warm, the wind slaps me across the face in some form of natural envy. And they work to see each other give in to the others polar currents. But then again perhaps they work in acknowledgment of each other. In a close kinship, one isolates the other to make the human who's feeling one of the two weather extremes, feel an abandonment of the other. Than the other relaxes as the human begins to urge the presence of the other extreme. One is far too much. One cannot be exposed to one thing for too long.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Tastes change, but subtly. Someones tastes do not fully change but adapt to the years they are becoming. With each year comes a new ear, new skin that is touched or perhaps dimpled, and new sight. And one may pray that they observe something in a new light or learn to love something more, but it's the exposure to the positives of this 'thing', or the unexpected and enlightening, that truly evolve one's senses.
I've been exposed to many new sounds and faces, especially last summer. And I can't decided if it's the distance between me and that 'thing' that has built this admiration or rather a change of tastes. Whether I've grown to love it because of the memories so potently attached to the thought of it or because I've been through enough to realize this 'thing' can be categorized amongst many things that now, with maturity, suit my interests. Perhaps I over think the effects of growing up. And perhaps it's what I'm supposed to do. Maybe everyone does, it's just an absurd topic of conversation.
take away for today: http://www.myspace.com/bellorchestre

I would've never listen to anything instrumental last year. I see the story telling now.