There and back again...

It occurs to me that in the last few years my family is always much more pleased to see me should they ever have the opportunity to. I'm realizing that I am really quite fortunate to have the family that I do. I think having a family that's stable and doesn't bicker is an important life feature.

I was listening to A grand don't come for free by The Streets on the way back up here. Hiphop/Garage isn't usually my bag, but Mike Skinner has some really scathing lyrics that are so clear and poignant, I can't help but like it. For example...


She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin' my hand away to my chest, from hers

She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she's now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away


It's not ... eloquent, it's not profound. It's just very real, very picturesque. I have a deep appreciation for words that bring the scene to life, not detail unto the nth degree, but enough, specific points of detail.