“I know, I know, It’s an artificial lake,
But the swans are real and the trees look great,
Put your bite into the bark, and try to take,
A little light from the dark before the season breaks”
-Artificial Lake – from the forthcoming album
Like many, I approach the radio dial with apprehension these days. “What fresh hell?”, seemingly the new “Have a nice day”. This morning and quite a few mornings of late, I’ve been making myself go outside, run, do something physical, and tangible before opening pandora’s box. It takes serious effort to not feel constantly frazzled.
I took a short jog in Prospect Park, my refuge, took the outside path along the edge of the park down to the lake. Running towards the sunrise. Sunlight moving on the morning lake. Here in the company of trees, swans, geese and ducks, I took a moment to breathe and stretch. The sun still rises. The trees cast shadows. The swans glide. Ripples move across the morning lake.
There is much to be grateful for and much to protect.
I leave on tour on Thursday, 11 gigs in Belgium, Germany and the Netherlands.