This is another song I wrote in Costa Rica without a guitar, and it translated just how I thought it would, surprisingly.
We were staying with friends and they had a lovely patio where you could sit. In that patio was a line for hanging laundry. I’m in a tough season at work (not to mention the fact that it's February), and it was wonderful to get away from all of that and just hang out (pun intended) with the laundry and listen to the sounds of the city.
Before I finished this song, I made sure that the Costa Rican winters were, indeed warmer than those of the Carolinas... Haha
The past few weeks have been kinda hard,
With cold and clouds to hide the stars every night.
My sorrows freeze this time of year,
My worries: stones, my heavy tears just like ice.
We sought the sun, that brought us here,
Like snowbirds climbing warmer air, moving south
To sweat out all my sullen sighs, try to dry my eyes with all the...
Laundry hanging on the line,
Warmer than a Carolina winter.
Airing out my winter clothes,
From the mountains to the coast I travel,
And I unravel.
And being here, it’s hard to sleep,
My frozen fears still in my dreams every night.
Put a pin in my responsibilities,
They hopped a plane and followed me like I thought they might.
Just try to let it go again,
Welcoming the wind with all the…
Reentry’s always rough, land in snow or hail,
Sunday scaries, chasing tails,
Piles and piles of new emails,
I go out in the gale, still find my…