It can be said that my commute to work most Tuesday mornings is not a pleasant one. For one thing, I have to get to work early which means I have to sit in rush hour (or would that be snail hour?) traffic. Second, people in this neck of the woods don't know how to merge which means getting on to the interstate is a test in defensive driving. This Tuesday wasn't any different, except it was raining. Since it NEVER rains here people drove extra slow and did not merge AT ALL.
To avoid vehicular homicide on my fellow commuters, I reached for my Ipod and set it to shuffle. The second song to shuffle through was Tupelo by my husband, Nick Cave. He growled and snarled told me no sleep run this deep. The energy from the songs lifted my spirits. I listened to him all the way to work and it put me in a much better mood.
I listened to him on the way home tonight and my world was a bit more peaceful when I arrived at home.
Who knew?
I ain't a down here for your love
I'm down here for your soul.
To avoid vehicular homicide on my fellow commuters, I reached for my Ipod and set it to shuffle. The second song to shuffle through was Tupelo by my husband, Nick Cave. He growled and snarled told me no sleep run this deep. The energy from the songs lifted my spirits. I listened to him all the way to work and it put me in a much better mood.
I listened to him on the way home tonight and my world was a bit more peaceful when I arrived at home.
Who knew?
I ain't a down here for your love
I'm down here for your soul.
- Location:Home
- Mood:
relaxed - Music:You get one guess