Things that also gladden.

These words of a song:

It starts to rain I paddle out on the water
Alone
Taste the salt and taste the pain
I'm not thinking of you again
Summer dies and swells rise
The sun goes down in my eyes
See this rolling wave
Darkly coming to take me
Home
And I've never been so alone
And I've never been so alive

- Motorcycle Driveby, Third Eye Blind

Listen to the song here.

Things that gladden.

A trip to the children's section at Manor to shop for a friend's month old baby. The loveliest, tiniest t shirts, wee little socks in little bandboxes, small, perfect jackets with little hoods- the most enjoyable shopping experience that I have had in a long time.

The wonderful drunk-ness of a Gertrudstrasse party. Playing and loving and dancing to the same songs every other weekend. Being the dijjay. Being eccentric and temperamental and wilful and exuberant.

New socks.