Girl, we gotta talk.
I know you’re hung up fierce on Old Man Winter, but I gotta lay it to you straight: you have got to move on.
He’s a cold fish. A windy bluster. Wet, dark, vicious, and dead. He’s no good for you, little filly, and your delicate ways.
I know he was good to you. I know the romance of a soft falling snow felt good and sweet. We all fall for that, the thick accent and sly smile of different and far away. It’s totally normal and you’re not alone. Take heart. I hear you.
But girrrrrl ~~~~ get it together. Like, now. You are falling apart on the insides and that’s no good.
He’s changing you.
Dry your eyes, slow the sinews of rage flooding from the hills. Open your heart to the dawn of new love, the shine of the sun, and give me your hand, my friend. Together we will walk through this chasm of heartbreak and get you to the other side.
There’s someone there I’d like you to meet.
His name is Summer.
And he’s totally hot.
tunes… joni mitchell :: california