I stepped outside for lunch this afternoon and my first thought was, “Oh OK, I see how it is.”
Yes. We have finally hit consecutive days where simply being out-of-doors is a boost to morale, psyche, zen, and all other forms of esteem, assessment, and evaluation.
I got pretty spoiled moving to Stamford when I did last year — March was so mild I was in a t-shirt half the time.
This winter was…not as kind. If I’m still in the northeast for next hibernation season, I vow to invest more time/effort into snowboarding. I can probably even afford to update my whole setup, as I’ve been riding my current board for a decade now.
But that’s for then, and this is for now:
Impossible not to feel that soul. This tune unexpectedly popped into my earbuds today, and coupled with the sunlight streaming in from the windows it was an instant surge of dopamine. Mood: elevated. And speaking of a decade ago, I would be remiss not to mention how many highschool joyride playlists the above appeared in. RJD2 was among the first artists I encountered who turned me on to what true production, mixing, layering, and sampling sounded like. “Ghostwriter” will always hold a visceral connection to those feelings of perception-altering discovery and aimless, liberated cruising across rural upstate townships.
The past is not all darkness. Grateful for the light which shines through to the present.