monday morning you sure look fine

it's monday morning and it's been a week of the most beautiful indian summer i can remember. the sun will not go quietly into that cold winter. it doggedly hangs on above the already snowy, hardscrabble mountaintops and continues to warm the valleys below. it continues to shine its low autumn amber light through yellow and orange treetops. it continues to brighten us all.

i am looking out of my window at work at this gorgeous scene, listening to nick drake's "pink moon" album, and as i type this sentence he just sang "day was dawned, and it was beautiful." how right nick was.

nick drake put out a few albums at the end of the 60s/beginning of the seventies (i'm not real clear on my dates), and then died. as so many seem to do. some quotes about nick drake from my annoyingly interactive realplayer window:

"Drake wrote beautifully demure British Folk songs and played a guitar in tunings that sounded like an acoustic orchestra."
"To this day, nobody is sure whether Nick Drake's untimely death at the age of 26 was an accident or suicide."
"Although virtually ignored upon release, Nick Drake's pastoral folk records have become hugely influential."

the world is a joy to look at, but it is still a melancholy morning. maybe it's the nick drake album. maybe i miss my friends, who seem to be scattered everywhere. maybe it's a long winter right around the corner.

or maybe i'm just overwhelmed by the utter enormity of the task.