Hey, That's A Morning Moon

“The sun is a light blub

And the moon is a mirror

There are times you can see both the blub and the mirror

And that’s a morning moon”

I always listen to music on my way to work, actually I just always listen to music, and this morning I put on the Tragically Hip album We Are The Same. The first track is Morning Moon; I have always loved this song, but it never spoke to me before in the way that did while walking to the streetcar at 7:15am.

Morning Moon reminds me of the morning, I can almost picture Gord Downie sitting out at the crack of dawn trying to make sense of life looking at the sun rise on one side and the moon on the other. Morning can be such a peaceful time of day, and it is always cool to see both the sun and moon in the sky. This is what popped into my mind this morning on the way to the streetcar; I often think about things, sometimes random things, on the way to work. Sometimes I get some really good thinking in, and other times I just get my crazy thinking out of the way.

I love how Morning Moon is so mellow; it is the perfect early morning song. The music sounds like morning too, the day is new and you never know what is going to happen. Gord Downie’s vocals are also so great! I love it when Gordie sings softly; you can really hear the tone and emotion in his voice. In this song Gordie almost sounds like he is contemplating out loud which really helps to paint the picture of him watching the sunrise.

Check out Morning Moon by The Tragically Hip off We Are The Same

BEDA - Day Twenty-Eight

Lately I have been really into walking, there is nothing like picking a route and seeing where you end up. Living in the city I have been able to go for walks and never see the same thing two days in a row. I love discovering different parts of the city that I have never been too, and it is also a great way to get to know the area that I live in.

Today I decided to walk down to a park that I have driven by many times but had never been too. As soon as I started across the sweeping lawn that was part of the park I could smell it, the lake. I don’t think that I can describe the smell of a lake, but it is one smell that I really love. As soon as the breeze blew across my face I was relaxed, it reminded me of home. I know that might sound strange but the truth of the matter is that Lake Ontario smells like the lake that I grew up on, and also Georgian Bay which is where my small town is located.

As a smile started to spread across my face I found a place to sit down and look out on Lake Ontario. It wasn’t the best day weather-wise, but it was nice enough that I was enjoying being outside. I noticed some airplanes taking off, and could help but smile wider at the sight of them. If you remember I have a special place in heart for airplanes, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe something good was going to come my way soon. (If you don’t remember why I love airplanes you can read about it my post titles “Counting Airplanes”).

I put on the song Empty Threat by Kathleen Edwards and leaned back where I sat enjoying the day. Airplanes kept taking off in the distance, and I watched the runners and bikers pass by on the trail. I think that this is just what I needed today. I came home and have stew bubbling away on the stove almost ready for me to eat, what more could I ask for?