I was born. To be with you. In this space and time. After that. And ever after. I haven't had a clue. This foolishness can leave a heart black and blue.
I was born. I was born to sing for you. I didn't have a choice but to lift you up
and sing whatever song you wanted me to. I give you back my voice from the womb.
My first cry, it was a joyful noise.
U2 - Magnificent
...These images make me think of the lyrics from this song. I have been wanting to post them for a while since I took them earlier this summer in East Hampton. We were driving to no place in particular, listening to music, holding hands. It was a melancholy afternoon. The fog was oppressive and there was a slight mist in the air that seemed to gently kiss your skin. The two things were a bit conflicting. The fog felt suffocating and the mist was so welcome and cool that it was almost like a breath of fresh air. It was a bit depressing but hopeful at the same time. Like at any moment the fog would break and the rain would pour in bringing the place back to life.
We're going to see U2 at the Meadowlands tonight. I don't think I have ever been this excited about a concert ever. As a treat, Muse is opening up for them. I can hardly stand it. It is going to be AMAZING.