here comes the sun

by think_likeafox

The Beatles – 1969

With snow falling and ice forming on the window frames, slicking the ground so your feet slip when you’re walking, making little startled sounds and hoping you don’t go down in front of everyone. Where’s the sun, man? Oh, here it comes, just around the corner. Not much longer now.

My dad really liked The Beatles, but growing up we listened to Wings more than the Fab Four (“We’re so sorry, Uncle Albert, but we haven’t done a bloody thing all day”). I kill all their songs on Rock Band though…