Monday, August 21, 2006

Line You Can Cross Again and Again

Totally obsessed with Lansing-Dreiden's "A Line You Can Cross". The album sparkles improbably. Brilliant. But this song in particular transports me to age 10, dad's truck, dead of winter, 1985. The sun is setting over the mountains. The clouds are wisps of orange and pink. The truck zooming over the frozen highway. Ice crystals form in the plumes of my breath against the glass of the cab. AM beauty.

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