So my glasses broke today, and as such, are sitting a little askew on my face. Its sort of a strange thing, and keeps throwing me off.

and in this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile – while the cradle’s burning

Drove home, listening to "The Reaper" and thinking about all the things the song entails. Love, death, freedom, obligation, necessity. Things I am sure were never meant to be gotten from the song, but are there none the less. The cold air, the sharp stars in the sky, clear and beautiful, the quarter moon looking down with her half face onto the night of the earth.

man i’m losing sound and sight
of all those who can tell me wrong from right
when all things beautiful and bright
sink in the night

Sometimes I wonder what is waiting for me at the end of this progression. But its better not to know, nor to wonder, I think. Some things are better left to be found when you get to them.

So yeah, here we go, another winter. Waiting for the Shortest Day, now, to mark the half way between the Thick and the Thin. Winter, which I used to loathe, which now I love. Strange, how things are like that.

From the pain come the dream
From the dream come the vision
From the vision come the people
From the people come the power
From this power come the change

I wonder, if one day, I'll understand this.