Category: beatles

Here comes the sun…

Winter depresses me. I am not a winter person, and never will be. I hardly ever get to enjoy all of the activities that make winter worthwhile (which in my mind is just skiing) and mostly I just suffer through the miserable cold and grey skies.

By February every year I start to get very depressed by it all. I actually get upset and angry that it’s still so cold and snowy. By March, I’m ready to pick up and leave Canada forever. That’s why, the day that it finally smells and feels like spring, I’m ecstatic. And summer, well that’s even better.

Today is that day. Today is a day where I walked as slow as possible so I could stay outside longer, where I decided to walk to the grocery store instead of busing. Today is a day that only the Beatles can truly capture.

Here comes the sun, little darling. Here comes the sun. And I say, it’s all right….

beneath the blue suburban skies I sit…

I’m sitting here staring at the cursor blinking against blank white. I have no idea what to write. It’s just that sometimes I need to. I sit here and stare and need and the Beatles play.

I don’t have words for loneliness. I have words for skies and rain and anger. But I have never been able to find words for this emptiness.

Here I stand, head in hand, turn my face to the wall…

I know things. I know histories and stories and smiles and tears. I know scars and laughter. I know infinite. But I do not know a word for this. Maybe some other language has a word. A language better suited to melancholy than English. English pretends that all is well. We have no word for this. I think there is a word in French, but now even that escapes me.


You’ve got that something, I think you’ll understand.

There is a whole lot of saying nothing. If I had a word I could pin it down and maybe I could breathe.

take these broken wings and learn to fly…

here comes the sun, little darling. here comes the sun. and I say, ‘It’s all right. It’s all right.”