Saturday, April 28, 2007

meet me in the morning

Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha

I think this Dylan song sounds like sun rising on the horizon, and it seems fitting to play it this early morning when I've gotten up with the sun. I didn't actually get to see the sun rising, because I live in a dense neighborhood. That is not one of the benefits of where I live; on the other hand, the festival that is taking shape right outside my door is.

Doors were being banged on, and cars were being towed, right before the dawn, and in my excitement of seeing a van that has been sitting outside my house for eight months being towed, I couldn't go back to sleep at 6:40 in the morning. So, since that is when I (should) wake up on the weekdays anyway, and since I have a lot of work to do on a paper, I decided to start the day.


And it should be a good day, if I get a chunk read for this paper.


they say the darkest hour is right before the dawn

Well, I do hope so. It seems promising. I'm sure if I can get through this week, and write this paper, the dawn of summer should be in my fingertips.


By the end of the song, it sounds like evening. You can almost see the red haziness, and imagine the sun squashing as it goes drops to the horizon. I don't know how Dylan does it.


look at the sun, sinking like a ship
look at the sun, sinking like a ship

ain't that just like my heart, babe,
when you kiss my lips

1 comment:

angie said...

i feel like seeing something towed for you is almost like redemption, but not quite