PLAYING: Between 3:00-3:15
Thursday’s Child has far to go. My recollections of childhood invariably lead to memories of storm-watching: Of staring out my window with wide eyes and a soft mouth. As I gazed into the storm, I was never more receptive to the vast journey ahead of me, never more aware of my smallness. But it was also in this meditative state that I found I was not afraid of the void, but soothed by it. Thursday’s Child has far to go, and what a comfort that is.
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