listen for yourself
Reading and listening to Leonard Cohen makes me aware that I can never experience nor articulate emotion on comparable level. In fact, his work highlights a certain emptiness that all who are not Leonard Cohen exhibit.
This evening a beautiful storm blew into town; lighting creeping through the grey clouds and silent thunder. Made me realize how much I missed weather. Living further to the coast, I would experience some of the most wonderfully fierce thunderstorms. I would relish those dark mornings and wake-up to the subtle pitter-patter of rain on the trees outside my bedroom. Sometimes this constant sunshine feels like one long, hot, day that drudges on all summer. A little variety would be greatly appreciated.