metamorphosis in the woods
in view by tragically hip sounds like the intersection between being a kid and growing up 10 years ago this summer i would drive away and spend an entire month in the beauty and splendor of a log cabin in the Quebec woods 20 years after being built it still smells like pine when you walk in the door this song smells like earl grey tea in the cabinet and sun drenched wood it is the foam rimmed waves on the lake and sleeping water lilies it is a late night bonfire and people around and growing up once a year so many witnesses to my own metamorphosis