It’s a stunningly beautiful day as we head north on I-83. The weather’s cool, the sun is bright, it’s good and proper spring and I can feel it in my throat. My eyes are enamoured, my skin is singing with the contrast of sun and breeze, but my lungs simply know that the trees and flowers are exuberantly flirting with one another and getting handsy as Hell.
Nothing in the sky but contrails and distant haze, I wish the roads could give us a moment’s peace but we have to be sharp against the swerving and speeding masses. Turning up 83 slowly things out, but until we’re well into rural Maryland north of the Baltimore belt, there’s still a madness in the eyes of the drivers around us. The trucks are getting bigger and bigger and the spaces between them smaller and smaller until suddenly we pass the Timonium exit and everyone breathes out, exhales, relaxes.
Happy Pennsylvania! Tonight we’d been scheduled to be performing up in Connecticut but the venue died a couple of weeks ago, much to the chagrin of an absolutely marvelous local scene. And so tonight we’ll be hitting up an open mic in one of our favourite towns : Bethlehem, PA. It’s a nice short hop between home and Glastonbury (tomorrow’s stop) and gives us a night in a town that we NEVER get to stop in, despite our affection for it.
In the meantime I think about my heart and my soul and how both are being abraded by Life choices and social media. Follow 222. This is easy.
