David Bryan's Blog

Here’s a bookend. (def: way of seeing the world that occurs mostly early and late in life)

When I was a kid, everything else was secondary to a “magic day”. In southwest Illinois, magic days were often in the spring, when the air is clean, and there’s a certain smell (dirt / new growth) around. I would skip school, or at least show up late, to languish in a magic day.

Well, there’re back! No, this is not just a “nice day today, ain’t it?” kind of thing. This is a day that involuntarily changes your speed when you walk out into it. It has a sound. It has a texture. Other days are the Matrix – this one’s real!