The fitful alternations of the rain,The rain this morning was fitful, yes, but of alternations, less so. A steady torrent of large obsidian agates hit the windshield and flare across its surface before being swept up in the next pass of the wiper blades. The sort of heavy rain that plays tricks with the many sources of artificial light that penetrate the early morning darkness: headlights, tail lights, street lights, porch lights, store signs, bike reflectors, etc. The light gets bounced around by the palpable volume of falling rain drops, making peripheral vision a kaleidoscope of sparkling distractions.
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
Reminds me, though I'm not precisely sure why, of a lyric from a Bruce Cockburn tune that wasn't part of today's playlist:
Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star lightThursday has arrived and spirits are raised a bit by his coming, even though we know his ruse. The joke's on him this time, though - today really is my work week's Friday. It will be a long Thursday, with an evening board meeting, but then a day off to work on some community projects I've not been getting to lately. Good stuff.
Starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair
And the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track
Fixing every shadow with its stare
- from Night Train
A great, short, mix of tunes this morning, too.
Today's full playlist:
- In The Days Before Rock 'n' Roll, Van Morrison
- Use Me While You Can, Bruce Cockburn
- Carpool, Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey
- Who Painted the Moon Black, Hayley Westenra