I’m really enjoying being back home in Winston-Salem, NC. This is so peculiar. For the longest time I hated my roots like a lingering teenager. Got rid of anything southern left in my accent. But brains change. For whatever reason chemicals shift and opinions change with them. Democrats become republicans and vice versa, shifting perspectives like an acid trip. Then a foot of snow falls and you feel like curling into a ball and beginning a long hibernation. Except as most spiritual divers know, it’s hard to go back to sleep once you wake up. Enjoy this old tune, “Angels in the Snow”.