It cooled off nicely this evening, for a change, and we walked down to Potomac Video to rent a movie. Ended up with Syriana and The Syrian Bride by coincidence. It’s been hot for months. Maybe in your part of the world it’s been the same way. I’ve been thinking about snow here and there lately; even though the mutual animosity between winter and me has a long history, in the hottest of afternoons when I’m sweating through my shirt from the exertion of just walking down the street, the thought of diving face first into a huge snowdrift sounds not half bad. The summer days are long, and those hours of daylight that remain even after work and after dinner are the most precious of all daylight hours, save perhaps the early morning and those when the sky is crystal blue, and I’m in no hurry to see them drain away. But honestly, part of me is looking forward to my once yearly trip to the dry cleaners, when I can have my shirts cleaned, starched, and pressed, knowing that I can get at least five or six wearings out of them if I’m diligent about wearing an undershirt and careful not to splash my balsamic vinegar down the front. I love balsamic vinegar. Mixed with mayonnaise as a condiment for fresh basil, tomatoes, and real mozzarella cheese in a flour tortilla wrap. It’s the best five-minute meal you can have, especially when your garden is producing more basil and tomatoes that you can eat.

Anyways, the new song is called Snow Sketch. Enjoy. It’s not really finished, but it’s as finished as it’s ever going to be. Like all of my songs, I guess.