Unseasonably warm
Dec. 22nd, 2005 08:51 pmIt was somewhere near 80 degrees here today, and the sky was impossibly, achingly blue, with just a few feathers of white cloud. The leaves have mostly dropped, now, from the few trees that do the fall thing at all. The pink chorisia tree still has a few flowers, and so have the hibiscus bushes along the sheltered south wall of the parking garage.
I've been listening to a lot of Enya lately. The new album I'm saving for Christmas, but I picked up 'A day without rain' a few weeks ago, and I've been playing it over and over, which is odd behaviour for someone raised almost entirely on instrumental classical and baroque music, more inclined to measure music by the movement than the song. It may be fluffy and insubstantial, but it's sweet and light and pleasant to the ear, and I've almost forgiven it for being only thirty-five minutes long.
I've been listening to a lot of Enya lately. The new album I'm saving for Christmas, but I picked up 'A day without rain' a few weeks ago, and I've been playing it over and over, which is odd behaviour for someone raised almost entirely on instrumental classical and baroque music, more inclined to measure music by the movement than the song. It may be fluffy and insubstantial, but it's sweet and light and pleasant to the ear, and I've almost forgiven it for being only thirty-five minutes long.
