Today was horrifically muggy. I got caught in the late afternoon rain walking home from work, the sweet smell of warm, wet asphalt caught me. I’ve been feeling strange the past few days and had some sort of meltdown in bed the other night. Listening to a lot of The Flaming Lips and currently have Jeff Buckley on the record player echoing through the house, Lilac Wine reminded me of the warm raindrops earlier.

Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn’t that she, or am I just going crazy, dear