For most people I know - as seen glancing through my social media feed - October is Halloween month. All the dark lipstick, skeleton earrings, creepy music...
Which is cool...
I guess...
... I'm not really that person.
I mean, Halloween is cool and all: I like the Fall colours, I like dressing up (both my house and my place of living), at times I like the macabre, I like magic, I like the carnival aesthetic that sometimes accompanies the holiday...
... But Halloween doesn't get me out of class. Halloween doesn't cause members of my family to get together. Halloween doesn't cause me to celebrate people's love for each other in a religious building.
Thanksgiving does.
And for me, as a Canadian, Thanksgiving is in October.
So that's what I want to try to celebrate for this next bar: Thanksgiving.
And I think this song is a good place to start.
Sleep Away is such a peaceful song. I love the piano work; I don't think it's anything ornately complex, but it's just so soothing. That's just the total vibe I get from this song: just a chill, soothing, dream-like vibe. Almost as though it wants you to "Sleep Away" - I'll let whatever you want to Sleep Away up to you.
You know what it makes me think of? A sort of childlike thought process behind what city life is like. Like... the ability to walk down the street with all these brick buildings and just... be able to enjoy them. Enjoy the trees, enjoy the buildings, enjoy the walk. No worries, no stress, just... walk. See people living their life, making a note of it, maybe playing with the note a bit. Maybe you see into a family's house by accident and see a dad pushing his little girl into the table to eat. Then the story comes to you - maybe they're eating pasta with some white sauce, and some fresh chicken mixed in, maybe a little bit parsley sprinkled on top. At some point, he'll ask her how school was, and her eyes will go wide and sparkle as she remembers some amazing yet trivial thing, as since she's so young triviality hasn't sunk in yet. Maybe a snake that was brought into class. Or liquid nitrogen. Or maybe the teacher read to them this amazing book that she can't stop thinking about. Or maybe, maybe it was something that happened at recess, did she do a cartwheel? Or make a snowman? And then the story floats away, cause now something new drifted into view, and that new thing gets played with. That's what I think of anyway. Explains the photo at least.
I think the increased speed changes the season. With the original, I can't help but think of the weather being a little colder, more like winter. The notes are a little deeper, the pace between them is a little longer. But when it's sped up, the quicker pace almost seems to bring it into fall, with its extra energy compared to winter. You're no longer really remembering as re-experiencing. You are that kid now, living out that fantasy of moving from building to building. The stories are shorter but more rapid. Man, I love bricks - they're so brown and red. I like red. It's my favourite colour. I have Pokemon Red. My favourite pokemon is Flareon cause he can shoot fire and is a cat. I like cats. I have a stuffed cat. His name is Capy. He's hurt though - he has lots of holes.
I'm thankful I can have thoughts like this. I'm thankful I can dream. Even if it isn't reality.
It's a nice dream to feel love.
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