@WeAreAugustines — Nothing To Lose But Your Head, live on KEXP
Because some days just need this song.
I can feel the isolationism of winter starting to creep in around the edges. All the trees are faded to the colour of old shoe-leather, the vibrant reds and yellows and golds of early autumn scuffed and decaying in the wet that’s finally arrived.
And that means that mood becomes more of a problem, until the brighter days of winter arrive and the air is crisp and cold.
Days like this are the ones when I struggle to make things happen, despite the pile of opportunities on my plate and the list of people to call, book and shoot with that’s been been at a steady length for the last few weeks. The weather seems to bring with it gremlins: the ones that whisper in the half-light of an autumn day and tell you what you really think about yourself. And they’re rarely complimentary.
Soon I’ll turn off Twitter, Tumblr, Google+, the whole smash, until the new year. When I’m in this sort of a mood it’s almost demoralising to see other people’s lives whizzing past at the speed of thought, even when just last week I’d have found those same lives inspirational or cheering.
Oh, I’m not sad, not exactly. I’ll be perfectly cheerful and happy and will carry on creating things — of that I’ve no doubt. But it will be that little bit harder, that little bit more of a struggle. I have to fight for it more at this time of year, and graphite skies rob you of the energy you need to fight.
But spring always comes, and this year I’m reminding myself of that more than I used to. Spring always comes. There will be daffodils and crocuses, birdsong and lambs. Winter is finite. The dark is finite. The world goes on.