the way it is

I woke up this morning with \”I Just Can\’t Help Believin\’\” playing in my head. It sounded sweet and honest and laced with caffeine. The snow outside was uncommonly deep and soft. By mid afternoon it was grey and lumpen and tubercular. Funny what comes to mind, and how one\’s appreciation of it changes as day turns to night. It was all good while it lasted, Elvis. Blink and it\’s gone.

Written by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, and originally recorded by Mann in 1968. Photograph by Vincent J. Musi for an article on the Sicillian catacombs by A.A. Gill in february\’s edition of National Geographic. PURCHASE THE WAY IT IS ON (SPECIAL EDITION) ON DVD


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