a spark in a sea of gray



it really bothers me the way life works; the way it tends to be all one, or all the other.  things will be going wonderfully, and then the bad comes.  and comes.  and comes. 

why can't there be some overlap?  why can't there be some good happening while there is bad happening, just to balance it all out a bit?

right now, life seems to be a convergence of unpleasantness.  and it sucks.

when that happens, we tend to look for light wherever we can. and it usually pops up in unexpected places 

i love birds.  (don't worry, i'm going somewhere with this.)  just birds, in general.  i find them to be lovely.  and graceful.  and optimistic.  i could watch them for hours.  sometimes i do.

there is a song on the most recent coldplay album called "up with the birds."  it, too, is lovely, and graceful, and optimistic.  you can actually see the birds gliding across the sky as the song play.  the music is that evocative.

and this past week, it shuffled in, at a particularly difficult moment.  and the words struck.

no i won't show or feel any pain, even though all my armor might rust in the rain.

a simple plot, but i know one day good things are coming our way.

and somehow....  coldplay? or maybe the birds?  they made me believe it, too.

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(and if you wonder how these fit into the letter b?  laser beams, wrist bands, big crowd, chris martin's blue shirt, guy berryman, jonny buckland, coldplay is a band, i'm sure there are more.....)