Thursday | July 14, 2011 | 9:12 pm
reblogged from scarletorch
windandwater: Took convention for a rough ride, a genius under glass. Set adrift, direction all but fading, Like a kiss that leaves you floating in a trance. The rivers I cross, the memories I keep, A minute to smile, forever to weep. —Little Feat, “A Distant Thunder” (I got both lost and caught in the rain today. Rain is usually no fun in New York, but—this time it was different. This time I could feel the wind picking up, and I saw the sky darken, and I heard the trees tossing. And then the lightning cracked the sky and the thunder out-roared the traffic, and I forgot to care where I was, and just let myself be alive.)

windandwater:

Took convention for a rough ride, a genius under glass.
Set adrift, direction all but fading,
Like a kiss that leaves you floating in a trance.
The rivers I cross, the memories I keep,
A minute to smile, forever to weep.

—Little Feat, “A Distant Thunder”

(I got both lost and caught in the rain today. Rain is usually no fun in New York, but—this time it was different. This time I could feel the wind picking up, and I saw the sky darken, and I heard the trees tossing. And then the lightning cracked the sky and the thunder out-roared the traffic, and I forgot to care where I was, and just let myself be alive.)