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15 November 2010 @ 02:24 pm
Spirit of Radio: Winds of Change  
There are a few days in both Spring and Autumn, almost exactly at the midpoint between Equinox and Solstice, where the sun is at such an angle that, if the day is clear, there's a strange quality to the light that makes the world seem ... not so much unreal as hyper-real.

Today is one of those days, one of those high-definition days, and the oddness of the weather makes it moreso. Last night, around sunset, the winds came in off the desert, south-east of us, and brought a wave of warmth; it was actually warmer an hour or two after nightfall than it had been in the late afternoon. Since then, the wind has shifted again, coming from the Northwest, and, while it's still warm today (around 80), the forecast tells us that these winds will soon bring us a front from Alaska.

And you can tell. When you step outside, there's a strangeness in the air, more than just the light, more than just the wind.

Maybe it's just that there's so much change in my life right now, that these strange winds blew in at the end of a long and strange weekend.

I can feel it, though, like a tangible thing.

There's change in the air.







Winds of Change
Lyrics by Jeannette Sears
Music by Paul Sears
from Jefferson Starship's 1982 album
Winds of Change


Walk softly through the desert sands
Careful where you tread
Underfoot are the visions lost
Sleeping, not yet dead

Hang on—Winds starting to howl
Hang on—The beast is on the prowl
Hang on—Can you hear the strange cry?
Winds of change are blowing by!

Mountains crumble and cities fall
Don't come to an end
Just lie scattered on the desert floor
Waiting for the wind

Hang on—Winds starting to howl
Hang on—The beast is on the prowl
Hang on—Can you hear the strange cry?
Winds of change are blowing by!

You got your life planned carefully
But you left out one detail
The hidden hand deals just one round
And the winds of change prevail

Hang on—Winds starting to howl
Hang on—The beast is on the prowl
Hang on—Can you hear the strange cry?
Winds of change are blowing by!

Walk softly through the desert sand
Old dreams lead the way
Nothing new in the sands of time
Just changes every day

Hang on—It's starting again
Hang on—There's no shelter from the wind
Hang on—Like a fire from the sky
Winds of change are blowing by!



 
 
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