Warmth. Mmmm.
Lately, I’ve been finding that I’m colder. Physically, I mean. I am literally cold in my fingers, my toes, my arms. We’ve just finished a stint of winter so that may be why, but even inside the house, beside my vents, I am often freeeezing. My remedy?
My bed.
I like to pull the comforter over my head, tuck it in behind my legs- kinda like a mummy. Sometimes, if it’s comfortable, I tuck my hands behind my back and lie on them to keep them warm. Maybe rest them somewhere along my neck between my head and my shoulders- also really warm (cause of all the arteries going up to your brain). It can get really stuffy under the blanket but of only if you breathe like crazy. Paced breathing is the key. Keep calm. Breath quietly, too, if I can help it. Music helps, but only one song being repeated over and over. No playlists. I find it’s hard to capture a feeling if there’s too many songs played in succession. Piano works best for me, like the River Waltz from The Painted Veil. Or Comptine d’Une Autre Été or La Valse d’Amélie from the soundtrack of Amélie the movie. Maybe something by Yiruma.
Oh wait, I should note that there are some exceptions to this music rule, if mood strikes.These exceptions are:
- Pocahontas soundtrack. Yes.
- Spring Awakening Soundtrack, minus the really scary one about child molestation.
- Dresden Dolls/ Amanda Palmer stuff. But there are categories under this. slow, silly, and feminist.
The song for today is from the Tropicana commercial where Tropicana hoists a massive glowing balloon above a city up north during the month where no sunlight reaches the Canadian north. It’s called The Great Escape by French-Canadian, Patrick Watson.
Hey child, things are looking down,
That’s OK you don’t need to win anyways
Don’t be afraid just eat up all the grey
and it will fade away
Don’t let yourself fall down