i walked out of my house today, down the street to where my car was parked.
sun is shining.
birds are singing.
spring is in the air.
my car is covered in ice.
my ice scraper has 3 remaining teeth.
the rest were eaten by the blizzards of 2011.
it was a confusing morning.
but ray lamontagne is not confusing.
he is good for my soul.
his music is rich and raw.
his voice is like cinnamon sugar on buttered wheat toast.
the hearty kind with all the seeds and grains sticking out.