come and take me to the real heartache

Lately I’ve been going out into the forest and trying to find signs of spring. I took these photos in the long grass, where in the spring and summer you can walk through on a little path that gets flooded over in the winter. It looks warm here, and it was; even though these are all the dead stalks from last year, that didn’t seem to matter much. No one goes there except the occasional dog-walker, so I don’t worry about looking insane. I was feeling very nostalgic, and sang this to the sun and my own shadow...