Very witchy weather out here in Oregon, lately. Crowds of jagged clouds all fighting each other for dominance, drifting this way and that, each pack of ’em jealously seething in their own layer of sky, grey upon grey upon grey.
At least, that’s how it’s been looking on my morning commute. Like descending into Mordor (where the shadows lie). But am I a hobbit or an orc, the tool or the user?
That, as always, remains to be seen. Until then, we’ll just keep watching the devil beating his wife, the sunshine in and amongst the rain. Forecast says snow tomorrow, no surprises there, heh.
What does all this have to do with Donovan’s 1966/1967 release of Season of the Witch? Absolutely nuffin’.
But it’s a kick-ass soundtrack for the right here, and how. Sometimes the music defines the world, and sometimes the world defines the music. Y’all stay out of the path of rogue bolts of lightning now, ya dig?