Timing

My twitter is full of posts relating how my Ipod has the uncanny ability to play a song (when set to random) the embraces the utter essence of where ever I am and what ever I am felling at that moment. It happens quite a lot and always at key points of my day or week.

Now my posts have all been brief. They consist of merely explaining "Right now, my ipod did that again" and maybe quoting a line like "If we can call them friends, then we can call them on the phone"

I wanted to explain a little more in depth on todays, for some reason. Its no stronger connection to my thoughts then usual. It wasn't during an emotionally import day that I needed to empress. In fact its a mundane example. But non the less I felt an urge. I can control my urges, but sometimes it seems like its going to feel so good.

I was riding my bike for a while and coming close to the end of my trip. Heading down 3a (state road) I noticed there was an awful lot of dead animals on the road. Not just road kill either, like raccoons and possums, though there was a fair share of those. The thing that got my attention the most were the amount of dead birds. They were scattered about and didnt seem to be injured. It was as if they just fell over wile searching for worms on the grass next to the road. I couldn't shake it. Tired as i was though, I couldnt come up with any theories, just noticed it, and thought about it. Then Fionn Regan came on, and I thought about how his tone fits plymouths tone perfectly, well to me it does. The context doesnt always fit, but most of the time it does, but thats not important, the tone, the tone for this town. As I ran this threw, just about to push out the plague of dead birds running threw my head, hear is what Fionn whispered to me.

"The skeletal wings of birds, I'll take the stairs
The ghosts of tiny animals, with the tiniest of feet
The forecast is going down, a storm"

Thank you Ipod, for picking the perfect song. Thank you Fionn, for the perfect tone.