In anticipation of The Avett Brothers concert on October 25th, I’ve been writing a series of blog posts connecting some of their lyrics to words of some of my favorite authors.
I’d tell myself to stop judging others. And then thirty seconds later, I’d do it again. This, I realized, is why I don’t like going to crowded parks. It’s not just that I don’t like all the other people. I don’t like the person I become. – Lassoing the Sun – Mark Woods
I think there are times for many of us that we don’t care for the person we’ve become. There can be many reasons, such as grief, loneliness, stress, or other reasons, that cause us to act like someone that we wouldn’t want to be friends with. In Winter In My Heart, I feel the sadness and helplessness. I’ve been there. And the line, “I don’t know what the reasons are” is gripping. But, winter is a season, though it can sometimes a long one.
It must be winter in my heart
There’s nothing warm in there at all
I missed the summer and the spring
The floating yellow leaves of fall