Yeah, I’m just trading in the song lyric related cliches lately. Sorry. I know people come up here for the non-cliche related premium original content or whatever. Or I don’t know. People come up here to look at the photos. Or because some search engine for “car eyelash” or “lower uncton” lead them here. Well, anyway, however you were led here, you are here now and yes, we have another song lyric as a title. A Death Cab for Cutie song lyric to boot.

Now let me explain as an aside here. Since about the age of 14, I have, no matter what, feigned dislike for whatever was “cool.” When I was 14, the New Kids on the Block were cool, so pretending I didn’t like that wasn’t difficult. Anyway, Death Cab for Cutie was popular a few years ago and I remember the song and I liked it, but I would never publicly admit that. Anyway, since now its been a few years since the song was popular, I was like it as a vintage kind of a cool. Oh who cares. I like the song and I used it as a title. If you have read down this far, you are a friend and will stick it out until I make an actual point.

Which is here. A couple of days ago, I visited the place that I would move to immediately if it were possible. I mean it is definitely in the top three of places I’d live if I could. Number one being a ski resort, number two, a palazzo in Florence and number three, George’s Island in Boston harbor. A magnificent green filled place that always amazes.

On Friday, it really amazed. The island was covered in a fog that had an actual smell to it, kind of like the air after a rainstorm. The fog covered part of the island and created a new atmosphere to the place and while I was there, it was silent, save for the horn of a distant light house. It was a good place to think as well.

I recently experienced the loss of a person to whom I have been close my entire life, a friend of the family who was like an uncle to me. In some strange way, I thought the fog was kind of like his soul leaving the earth. Soul meets body, soul leaves body.

Heavy stuff.

Anyway, happier times. Pictures: