“When the rains came, the tears burned, windows rattled, locks turned
It’s easy to be generous when you’re on a roll
It’s hard to be grateful when you’re out of control
And love is gone
The light at the edge of the curtain
Is the quiet dawn;
The bedroom breathes
In clicks and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat, can’t relax…”
~ Paul Simon, who says it all for me today.
The Never Normal 