Love Is All

This morning I debated about whether to ride my bike because it was cloudy but decided to chance it. I rode to my friend's house to carpool to practice and soon after we got inside it started pouring. Lucky for me, she was willing and able to drop me at Colectivo on State so I didn't have to arrive at work soaking wet -- and I was able to stay at the coffee shop and work. I was super grateful.

In the car, my friend played this beautiful number for me by a band I hadn't heard before:

Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land
Evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand
Oh, your will is in my hand

And I'll throw it in the current that I stand upon so still
Love is all, from what I've heard, but my heart's learned to kill
Oh, mine has learned to kill

Oh, I said I could rise
From the harness of our goals
Here come the tears
But like always, I let them go
Just let them go

And now spikes will keep on falling from the heavens to the floor
The future was our skin and now we don't dream anymore
No, we don't dream anymore

Like a house made from spider webs and the clouds rolling in
I bet this mighty river's both my savior and my sin
Oh, my savior and my sin

Oh, I said I could rise
From the harness of our goals
Here come the tears
But like always, I let them go
Just let them go

Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land
Evil's in my pocket and your strength is in my hand
Your strength is in my hand

And I'll throw you in the current that I stand upon so still
Love is all, from what I've heard, but my heart's learned to kill
Oh, mine has learned to kill

Oh, I said I could rise
From the harness of our goals
Here come the tears
But like always, I let them go
Just let them go

Rising from the harness of our goals is an interesting turn of phrase. As for me, I'm working on rising from the harness of my tight psoas and overstretched hamstring. It's painful, and it's not getting better. Wah!