Bluish: A Love Note

Summer,

My nearest, dearest friend. It really has been a long time. Do you recall that time I laid on my front lawn beneath the maple tree with my headphones holding my head like two hands positioning my face to the sky–your sky?

I do, I remember. I remember the swell of that song in my ears. I remember the way he sung my favorite lyrics:

I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn’t say so but when you claw me like a cat
I’m beaming

Your warm wind’s fingers ruffled the grass like my hair, and my hair like the swaying grass. I didn’t have sunglasses to block your rays–do you recall how you shined on my face and warmed my freckled cheeks? I closed my eyes and breathed the moist air you breathed on me.

I remember feeling the ground shivering a little when my friend’s old, gold, Chrysler pulled into my driveway. I opened my eyes to your unbroken sky and took in the clarity of the day at the same moment Bluish by Animal Collective fizzled to its end. I remember thinking that I couldn’t think of a better word to describe that day, your sky, my mood, my life in those few utopic months–bluish. Do you remember how we got up and slid into the passenger seat?

I remember the way you climbed in with me and blew my hair back as we drove. I remember the way you made the world seem like it existed only in primary colors–pure and saturated during those months. It felt like you had placed a soft, warm filter over those long days. I remember the way you made me feel and the way you brought everyone together. Only four months stand between us now. I look forward to our reunion–to rekindling our nineteen-year romance.

I look forward to laying in the grass in my parent’s yard, to drives in that old Chrysler, to focusing my eyes so hard on the sky that I believe I can see microscopic debris falling down on me, to swims in the warm lake water, to breezes that soften our skin, and your sun’s soft kisses that ignite our cheeks and foreheads.

Come soon, come in your entirety.

all my love,

Cait

The Mixtape

First and foremost, Hello! I am a new blogger here at arts, ink and I am thrilled to have an outlet to share my love of music, film, and art through. My name is Cait and I’m ready to get into it and get some feedback from you all.

Music is my safety–a realm I always feel secure and welcome in. It is what one might call “my jam” (pun intended.) As such, I can’t think of a better first post to introduce myself through than a hopefully recurring segment called “The Mixtape” in which I share a few of my favorite songs at the time. These could be new underground EPs or some throwbacks to 70’s rock that your dad can attest to the coolness of. Without further ado, here is this week’s grocery list for your ears:

  1. Electric Love by BØRNS
  2. Let My Baby Stay by Mac Demarco
  3. Midnight by Kodaline
  4. Talking Backwards by Real Estate
  5. Agoraphobia by Deerhunter

This is a decidedly mellow (save #1) playlist. These are the kinds of songs I would let simmer in the background while I make my bed with my window open. It’s that kind of feel-good-Sunday-morning shit. These songs give me that waking-up-naturally feeling when the sun sifts like sand through the blinds in your bedroom at home while the house is quiet and the day is yours.

Light an incense, change your underwear from last night’s escapades, pop an aspirin, you don’t have to brush your hair, but sit back and let these songs melt over you.

 

Cait