Change Is on the Way
Nothing stays the same.
I feel like change is on the way.
Change is always on the road, kicking up dust, on the way to all of our houses.
Colvin's voice is imbued with a melancholy that never haunts or sticks a knife under your ribs.
It's a perfect song for a thunderstorm.
My small dog is under the bed, hiding from the cracking thunder, while the big dog is nestled against my leg, ears pricked, listening to this song with me.