Small Signs (A Month for the Madman)

Therapy was rough today, so my planned longer post is not happening, since I lack the emotional spoons to write anything deep or poetic.  After I was done, and feeling emotionally wiped out, I got in the car.  My aunt turned the music on…and this song started playing.

I stared laughing, because of how appropriate the song was, both lyrically (my Beloved telling me to relax) and musically–when we were first getting to know each other, the Madman would play a lot of classic rock for me.

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