While Friday nights are my quiet favorites, the fully-fleshed-out sprawl of an entire Saturday carries a fortitude of rejuvenation that no single night can conquer. Kira and I awoke to a sunny start, but we stayed in bed for a bit as Cafe Madeleine was closed until March. Looking back, that moment of morning passed quickly, too quickly, and so a melancholy song, sent to me by the universe later on in the day, will back our remaining little adventures. It’s entitled ‘Evergreen’ and is by Alexander Walk.
Take up a quiet place
Deep in my mind
Wait till I’m far away
Then pull me inside
Evergreen
Waiting for me
Evergreen
Waiting for me
A wind-ravaged landscape required an early bowl of pho to warm our bellies, so we made our way to Chinatown, and a table for two at Pho Pasteur. Sipping soup with Kira is one of winter’s best past-times, a tradition which has seen us through the darkest seasons. It felt like we were putting another winter to slumber soon. I wanted to slow the day and still the moment, but I couldn’t. Not by putting it into words, not by freezing it in a photograph. Not even by making a song into a memory.
Funeral, follow me
I smile with pride
Make you my enemy
But stay by your side
Evergreen
Waiting for me
Evergreen
Waiting for me
The relentless passing of time, and the way it only builds and builds in speed and forgetfulness… these were the rough facts of our age and our present predicament. Where once we carried purses of pretty bracelets, we now place daily allotments of pills and prescriptions. For hypertension, for vitamin-deficiencies, for immunity – as much for our mental ease as for our physical comfort. What a strange new world, this getting older…
So months and months go by
Still you find your time
Slip in through my bedroom wall
Travel down my spine
Wait until midnight
Then I saw you standing there
Evergreen
Waiting for me
Evergreen
Waiting for me
Before we headed back to the condo for our blessed afternoon siesta, I saw this little sticker with a QR Code, and a dancing trio of bears, and it brought me to this song. The universe whispers its music to you if you slow down and wait for its quiet clues.
This ‘Evergreen’ is a fitting little song that closes out a winter weekend in Boston with bear and flair and a very good friend whom I now miss. Just a few more weeks until the clock ticks into spring, when we shall return to this special city for a whole new season of adventures and fun.
Guess I still miss you girl
Guess I still miss you girl
Guess I still miss you girl
Guess I still miss you
