When I stuck a letter into our mailbox for the postal worker to pick up on their later round, I had to step gingerly around large patches of rippled ice and snow; by the time I picked up the mail at the end of the day, the ground was clear of all ice and snow, just a muddy and wet space that promised of spring. A day of melting is a sign we are headed in the right direction, even if the temperatures plunge again every night. The overall trajectory is promising. It’s been a while since we’ve had such a feeling.
Let’s have a song to celebrate, part of the extended preamble for our next project posting, something that hints at the whimsy and escapism to come…
Moving forwards, using all my breathMaking love to you was never second bestI saw the world thrashing all around your faceNever really knowing it was always mesh and lace
I’ll stop the world and melt with youYou’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all the timeThere’s nothing you and I won’t doI’ll stop the world and melt with you
To catch melting as its happening takes a different kind of magic and acute perception – most often we only notice the before and after – the act itself is always more elusive, shunning to be seen in motion, as if it might diminish the sorcery. It’s seen in the dripping of an icicle, or the sweet, sticky running of an ice cream cone; hardly ever when it comes to the heart or the malleable movements of the mind, and those are the places where melting is most important.
Dream of better lives the kind which never hate(You should see why)Trapped in the state of imaginary grace(You should know better)I made a pilgrimage to save this humans race(You should see why)Never comprehending the race had long gone by
The future’s open wide…
