Freezing today. It’s spring, but cold rain cold rain cold rain be here.

I kinda feel like a bear just starting to wake up. Not that I want to kill anything, more that I’m remembering what it’s like to get back into the swing of writing songs. This life o’ artistoid runs in cycles and I’m in the uncozy confines of emotional/brain toil trying to figure out what I feel and how to say it and what I see and how to speak it blah blah blah.