Week 491 // Quiet Seasons

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Walk out in the woods
Walk and I feel something good
When I watched you cut your hair
The finest smile I saw there
You let your laugh into the sky
If only heard by you and I
If only heard by you and I

See the table’s set
We dine like we cannot forget
We can say a prayer for us
And all lost souls who we’ve forgot
And all the battles fought out there
And lonely people everywhere
Lovely people everywhere

And out under the moon
I turn and tell truth
That it’s good to be alone with you
Anytime

All this is bound to end
And what will we tell of it then?
Will we say we held a line
Once all these days are lost to time?
Once all the quiet seasons are through
What will I have to say to you?
What will be left to say to you?

Oh out under the moon
I’ll turn and tell truth
That it’s good to be alone with you
Anytime

Notes
When I began writing the lyrics for this song, I wanted to start with some good things that have been happening around me these days. I had a feeling the words may angle toward bittersweet rather than purely positive, but I was okay with that. I just wanted to start someplace light. So I thought of the peace of walking in the woods. I recalled the spontaneity of Rebecca giving herself a haircut in the middle of the night. I paused for a moment on the feeling of togetherness during Passover and Easter dinners shared with Rebecca’s family (joining from afar) and my parents in the same week.

Sure enough, the world crept into the song, and it became important to sing about other things. Of course the world is in tough shape outside my walls and beyond these woods. Of course people are fighting to survive both illness and hardship right now. Of course humanity is lonesome out there, and I am no exception to that even as I have my wife and parents with me.

Ultimately I came to a chorus that pays honor to Rebecca, whose company is everything to me now. I don’t mean to be insensitive to those who are pushing through this experience by themselves, but I have to sing my own song. It is right that this comes back to her.

Remember, time is slow and the future is uncertain, but this won’t be forever. Love to you all.

~M.E.

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