The weather in this place had taken an unexpected turn. It was snowing again. Just as this week had thrown a new David Bowie record into our ears, nothing was what we predicted. I love the element of surprise, at times. So white flakes were once again, over a week after spring had seemed to appear before the eyes and every sense, starting to fall. It was pretty yes, it was so cold again though. I don't mind if the cold leaves for a while now, such is the grey gloom that consumes us and these days. I am ready for something different, another surprise, a pleasant one. I felt a snowy Bowie day today. Music in my ears. Something that maybe hadn't seem likely for a while there and that blows most people making music, much, much younger, completely out of the water. The new album rocks like a behemoth. It's utterly gorgeous in parts, and it shows a man who could easily have passed his finest moment on magnificent form as he reaches towards old age. Truly he was every snowflake falling, he was inspiration beyond the windowpane. He was a hero. He was falling out of the sky now, like a gift, like a lullaby.
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