the morning's shoes

Thank you, Bob Dylan, for these lines from "Idiot Wind" that make me sad and thoughtful and pensive and give me shivers all at the same time:

'I can't remember your face anymore,
your mouth has changed,
your eyes don't look into mine...'




And thank you, nighttime—really late nighttime—for making the music sound extra beautiful and touching and for making me realize that working late at night ain't half that bad.

Albeit the morning....