And that means it felt like Spring. Moby's music does something to my soul that I do not understand. It makes me think in poetry and speak in song lyrics. It makes me want to fly. It makes me want to sit under the heavy, green trees at Kaldis on Demun. It makes me want to go to City Museum. It makes me want to drive to River Market with the windows down and go to Planter's Seed & Spice company on Walnut and buy some fresh, loose tea. I want to put on flip flops and capris.
Listening to Moby is driving 45 mph on a good stretch of road with the windows down after a spring rain. The air smells clean and warm. Life is heavy with possibilities.
Today was a gift. A bit of Spring in the middle of winter. It reminded me of Who I Am.
And why I need to move to California...
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