i am grateful for the wind the blows the summer out of me
i am grateful for the dry leaves that remind me of spring
i am grateful for the frost in the winter
i am grateful for the place that is not mine
isn't it nice,
the melting ice?
empty streets out in the morning
the undersides of stones fills me with the same compassion as
"are your hands still cold?"
i am grateful for the breath that keeps me afloat
i am grateful for the mind that helps me see
i am grateful for the blood in this body
i am grateful for the place that is not mine
A work of cinematic reach and breadth, the latest from Nathan Moody employs strings & synths & heavy atmospheres to build worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021