Week 426 // From a Distance

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From a distance
It is crooked and out of place
And the center gets away
Hold your face to the wind
Hold your face to the wind
This is the way it feels
This is the way it feels
When the corners finally meet
When the edges fade

From a distance
It is answering for itself
It is looking out for itself
Hold your face to the wind
Hold your face to the wind
This is the way it feels
This is the way it feels
When the corners finally meet
When the edges fade

Notes
Rebecca and I headed a little bit upriver over the weekend to reconnect in between the madness of her law school semesters, and to get out of the city for a little while. While we were away, I snapped a picture of the majestic and sparkling Hudson, with Manhattan poking its gnarled underbite over the horizon. I have sung a few times of the view from the outside. My adopted home city is ever a perplexing subject to me. No matter how comfortable I get here, I will still need to reckon with it in the words of my songs. This one is about getting out in order to find each other, and the cool gust of wind in the relief when we do.

~M.E.

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