Postcards

I was as ornery as a goose last night. And stressed. And stuff.

Then I listened to Pandora. Beirut's station.

The songs were nice, but my poultry-like orneriness was still there. And my stress. And stuff.

Then this familiar song came on,

And for some moments, I was content. Complacent. Relaxed.


Then I was reminded of this nice little piece of visual and melodious poetry.


A sidenote: The instrumental parts, especially in the last chunk of the song, are purely excellent and heart-squelching.