The Shining

I first listened to this song sometime back in Chicago, in college - one of the many CDs borrowed from my friend Meg and slipped into my Discman, slipped into my jean jacket pocket, and toted around on the El or while I walked the streets.

Maybe it's because this March in NC is reminding me of spring in Chicago - the fickleness of the season, sunny and calm one moment, bitterly chilly bordering on freezing the next - and this song makes me smile with remembering that this moment of conflicting weather patterns will soon pass.

Yesterday after an early run, I found myself lying on the deck in the backyard of my soon-to-be-sold house. It was still chilly outside but stretched out on my back, I felt the sun begin to warm me.

Faith pours from your walls, drowning your calls
I've tried to hear, you're not near
Remembering when I saw your face
Shining my way, pure timing
Now I've fallen in deep, slow silent sleep
It's killing me, I'm dying

To put a little bit of sunshine in your life

Soleil all over you, warm sun pours over me
Soleil all over you
Warm sun

Now this slick fallen rift came like a gift
Your body moves ever nearer
And you will dry this tear
Now that we're here, and grieve for me, not history
But now I'm dry of thoughts, wait for the rain
Then it's replaced, sun setting

And suddenly you're in love with everything

Soleil all over you, warm sun pours over me
Soleil all over you
Warm sun