Brooklyn’s getting its first snow of the winter. I heard it was just supposed to be a little flurry, but now there’s almost an inch on the ground. The yellow and green leaves are almost whited out. It’s making me feel less cooped up in this damn apartment. My back wall is a whole moving portrait of beautiful calm.
It may not be 3:08, but Swaine Delgado is providing the the soundtrack to my inner peace. Mellow, lightly tuned baritone whispers over a funky bass line and organ. It’s all cool wind, radiator whistles, and pot smoke. I dare you to feel anything but content.