Hardly anyone eulogizes that omnipresent concept, especially strong on Sunday evenings and the last days of a vacation.
A kind of chill seeps in regardless of the temperature and virtual clouds darken the day, whatever the sun thinks it’s doing.
No real reason to complain, it’s the normal cycle, but, … well, …, just, … blah!
Hardly anyone praises its consistency or capacity for survival; the length of its reach or its ability to surmount social, ethnic, racial and even sexual barriers; it’s ability to touch just about anyone.
Blah; the grayest shade of grey, sound without echoes, tasteless, odorless, singularly blasé.
I think maybe Prince understood.
I kind of liked the Bangles despite their apparent lack of depth and the album’s title, “Different Light”, was cool.
… wish it were Sunday ….
© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2014; all rights reserved