Let the seasons begin

I am no longer afraid of life. So I became bohemian in a certain sense.
I let myself be driven by the many forms, facets and geometries of enjoyment.
I enjoy bits and bits of this and that day, and my life becomes the happy sum of those bits.
Let the seasons begin, I say confidently. Let the elements shake me and the unexpected thrill me.
And it all has the the rhythm and melody of a loud triumphant trumpet. It is not flamboyance. It is the trumpet of serene contentment.

(it's been some time since the discovery of a new song was able to inspire such personnal disclosure. But to me, this was the "Beirut" effect).



Beirut, "Elephant Gun"; 2007