Monday Morning Murk.

It's just passed the Soul's Midnight; 3 AM, when the body and mind crave the rest and recovery that deep sleep provides.

Sometimes, I feel like my soul has been mired in a kind of midnight for....quite....some....time.

It's hard to describe, really; a kind of itch that isn't really an itch. Perhaps it's the feeling of missing a vital part of you, but having adjusted to the loss of it, you only really feel it when you're not concentrating.

I was on my way to work this morning (read: Midnight. That's 1 AM for those of you in the Eastern Zone. 10 PM for those of you on the other side.) and flipping through the stations on my satellite; I keep some programmed, of course. The decades between 1940 and 1970 are represented, as well as a comedy station, the book station and the radio classics station.

On came the song.

Take The Long Way Home.

Now, maybe there is some kind of passive communication going on in the Universe, and maybe it's just a man zipping through the quiet streets of the Capitol City of the Northern State on his way to work desperately hoping for something to spur him on to another futile performance in this lackluster life.....but GOD I love that song.

1979.

Approaching full adulthood with all the anticipation of a child who thinks he knows what's coming. Laughing in the light of the oncoming train.

And when you're up on the stage, it's so unbelievable;
Unforgettable, how they adore you!
But then your wife seems to think you're losing your sanity...
Oh, calamity! Is there no way out?

And just when you think it's too depressing to live, they break into a clarinet/harmonica duet.....Beautiful!

Does it feel that your life's become a catastrophe?
Oh, it has to be for you to grow, boy.
When you look through the years and see what you could've been
oh, what might've been, if you'd had more time.
So, when the day comes to settle down,
Who's to blame if you're not around?
You took the long way home.....

And just like that, in the midst of the mind-quake, or walking through the mind-field, or whatever poetical reference I can give to that increasingly frequent mental upheaval, I am ready for another morning's glory.

The oncoming train provides a lovely light.
Tonight, I may be able to summon a chuckle.