I like the smell of a wood burning fireplace. Especially when you feel the temperature is cooler outside, and your cheeks feel the chill, and you hear the flames crackle, the wood break. True authentic fire - the closer you get - the warmer.
I truly feel that Ryan Beatty has encapsulated that whole sensory experience in a song; he’s written a perfect love song. He is closest to the fire without burning.
Ribbons. Beautiful.
I’m trying to figure out why this moves me so much. And what he’s even really saying. He’s watching someone in the prime of their life - Someone who maybe doesn’t realize or feel the love. And the writer doesn’t even find that sad. It’s just so beautiful - a reflection of human nature - the sometimes loosening of self-awareness - the way you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone - an innocent ignorance - the whole thing is simply poetry. He’s remarking on the humanism, And perhaps finds comfort as someone who’s been there before, knowing that the lows and highs can be distributed equal, and saying sometimes one isn’t more or less over the other - the lows aren’t even bad. They just - happen. :)
And in the end, marvel. At the magnificent wholesomeness of just being alive. To feel this weight, is sure something - a beautiful gift.
“It’s brave to be nothing
To no one at all”
