listening

I go through music phases, especially when I’m writing. I listen to the same things over and over and over. And over. I’m not always sure what will end up being the soundtrack of

so long, 2009.

There is a fluffy coating of snow falling outside my windows, obscuring what’s left of 2009 in powdered sugar white. White primer to paint 2010 over. Ten years ago tonight I was ringing out