Grey is my favourite colour

It’s songwriting weather again, Zonk, and we all know that I can’t not blog when it rains. When it begins at least… This season always starts out pretty; but it always ends in delayed trains and floods and slush and grime. And I know that by August I’ll be wishing it away and waiting for winter. But this is June. Beautiful, grey, melancholy June. When you write songs and feel old and  slightly sad and think of things and people you haven’t known in a while.

I found my big orange windcheater today and put it out to air. Because the air doesn’t feel so overwhelmingly heavy anymore and my rick to the station feels chilly in the night. It rains almost every morning. And my violin feels cold against my skin. And snug and comfy, under my jaw, and the sounds that come from it sound more and more like music every day. I think I will be able to really play someday soon. I really hope I will.

But until then, grey is my favourite colour, and I’ll just keep waking up 10 minutes before I need to every day and hope that it quietly rains. So I can look out from my window when I practice and pretend that this city isn’t an ugly place.

Love always,
K.

 

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

2 thoughts on “Grey is my favourite colour”

  1. :)
    It’s depressing how little it’s rained. It’s still hot and humid, it’s only not sunny.
    Your description of the rains reminds me how how I used to feel about it when I was much younger. I think I need to wake up earlier in the morning to know that feeling again.

    1. I know. When I wrote this post it had been raining pretty nicely for two days. I started carrying my windcheater around the next day. But now I’ve given up :|

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