n. the eerie tranquillity of fast-moving clouds, who pass through your patch of sky like a wind-weary drifter stepping into your entryway to warm up for a minute, ruffling the ice from his beard before he nods his gratitude, closes his ragged coat and youthful eyes and turns back into the air.
the sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
-“going to california,” led zeppelin.
i remember this playing on the radio while in Japan. made me homesick. it’s my dad’s favorite zeppelin song. even listening to it now, only a couple hours from “home,” i have this melancholy, longing feeling. way to get all existential and sad, coco.