I'm sure that there's a song with that title. Probably following some theme of lost love or some kind of romantic relationship angst. But this grey morning, it's reassuring to me that the air is damp and chilly and heavy with the portent of more rain. Too many days beginning with t-shirt temperatures at this time of the year feels unsettling, as pleasant as it is from a purely sensory perspective. My stormy 18 year old daughter Noble likes this kind of weather, and tells me that sunny days are depressing. I suspect that what she really means is that fair skies every day seems disconnected from the constantly changing moods that drive her reality. I think what she's saying is that one is meaningless without the other. That feels pretty real to me.
With the Chicago Pipe Show less than two weeks away, the scrawl is for my friends who come here to look at drawings with pipes in them, which I've not done lately with the exception of the cover for Pipes and Tobaccos magazine. I guess I need the variety, too.