Enya - "Echoes in the Rain".

It's an election day today. For me, these dates always feel faintly magical. Set apart, extra-ordinary, tinged with a sense of possibility. All this maybe in the air, pushing down streets and riffling through the leaves. Strange itineraries: voting tucked between breakfast and work, between work and work, between lunch and picking up the kids from daycare. Everyone has Xes on the brain. Different kinds of smalltalk. Anything could be happening right now, could be due to happen tonight; maybe we'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be different. Before the results come in and everything's frozen again, locked into place, we have this slippery election day. Today we've living in the interval. We're living in the blink of the eye.

So here's a song for today. It's difficult to find music for the moment mid-change, the moment in motion and unsettled. Bizarrely, "Echoes in the Rain" does it in declarations. Short, declarative sentences - something is happening / something is happening / something is happening, but each of these somethings is fleeting, a vision that's gone as soon as it's sung.

Watching the sky / Black as a crow
Into the wind / I throw the night
Long journey home / Never too late

Most changing is made up of discrete moments. Discrete, ordered moments - all these squared, settled events that together add up into movement. "Everything flows," Enya sings. "Everything flows," she repeats. But this flow, these changes, all are formed piece-by-piece, note by note, bar by bar, vote by vote, election day by election day. Something is happening, something is always happening. Maybe tomorrow you will see it.

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