Time to Cry Now?
Last night as we were making dinner Carly put a CD in the player, saying that she had a song that was perfect for the day. The song was "Autumn's Here" by Hawksley Workman--I remembered it as my favourite song of the concert we saw him play.
She was right, too. The song's lyrics, the tune, the sound of his voice as he sings, it all sounds like yesterday, and like today: days when the sky is gray like wet paper and it never rains quite enough for you to make the effort to get out an umbrella, but still your glasses get speckled and the winshield wipers shriek across the glass, and when you pause the wind holds you in a cold hand that smells like snow.
I know that some people love fall. I, however,
am with Hawksley.
