Tell me how
In the morning, when I awoke and trudged downstairs, I was carrying the burden of post-sleep heaviness, weighed down by the mantle of morning responsibilities โ yet with one of heart's skylights cracked open to try to receive the fresh air of the morning's possibilities.
I thought of a song I wanted to hear. A woman's voice, it would be, quiet, and guided by guitar. She would sing and it would tune right into the chill morning autumn, transporting me back to the first year of being married and commuting with Kendra in the cold roads outside Calgary.
I found the track on Spotify. Rosie Thomas, from the album "Only With Laughter Can You Win," straight to the track called "Tell Me How."
She sang: "How am I supposed to know what love is really like, when I've never even been in love before? Aren't you supposed to love yourself before you can understand how to love someone after all?"
Like being struck gently on the back of the head from someone inside my own mind, I winced, dislodging a tear โฆ
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