Week 206 // The Way Down

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Bet you watch the weather
Bet you climb all spring
And think you reach the top
Some summer day
Bet you brace yourself to fall each autumn
And curse the day you reach the bottom
And there’s nothing to wake up for on the way

The way down
The way down

Bet you never notice
‘Cause it’s lost on all who think
The Sun is all that shows us love
Yes, its light’s so fine to see each other
But the darkest days are made for lovers
To reach out and embrace
They’re on the way

The way down
The way down

Notes
All around me, people are revealing their devastating lack of character. They’re complaining that the weather is getting colder. I’m going to be mean for a moment here: if your favorite season is summer, you were born without an imagination. If you need the brightest sun to show you the beauty in the world, your beauty receptors are malfunctioning. The last thing Mount Everest needs is another song praising autumn, yet here’s one that praises autumn and winter, and condemns summer as typically being substanceless fluff. Don’t get me wrong. I love summer. This past summer in particular was often a work of art. But we get to the real meat of humanity when the temperature drops. With the weather shifting, I find myself looking forward to my fiancée’s wintery return from the Middle East. If she returned any time of year, it would be a momentous and beautiful moment, but she’s coming home when we’ll need each other’s warmth the most. The winter brings people closer together. The summer’s too sweaty for a hug half the time. Anyhow, here’s a little song.

~M.E.

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