Oh Chicago

My dear friend Jen came to visit this past weekend, and she always introduces me to the most wonderful people! I had the pleasure of spending a few days with my new (ridiculously talented) friends, BK and Jeremy. Sometimes, I feel like talent just aggregates where Jen exists.

Jeremy (artist name, Passion) was nice enough to give me a copy of his EP, Paper Airplane (which all of you should immediately get because it is just--beyond. Really. It's been my ONLY study music for the past couple of days). And my favorite, FAVORITE, song on it is Oh Vienna. It's just--sweet--lip-curling, chest-tingling sweetness; it's lilac and honey and baby powder. (That's what I get when I think 'sweet'. Is that strange?)

And the first time I listened to it I realized something I probably latently knew, but never worded it out to myself. It really isn't about the time or place it all. That's nothing at all. It's about who you're with and not even who you're simply physically with, but who's out there in the inky blackness; that even in the middle of thunder and lightening during a night like tonight, there's someone out there loving you. And though it's forty degrees and thundering, the coldness can't get to you. Whether it's Vienna or California or whether its in the midst of stormy Chicago, you find every place has its own perfection because the love helps you see the world, in all of its beauty, a little more clearly.

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