It’s 4 in the morning – the end of December

Thursday 31st December

Well it isn’t 4 in the morning.  But at this time of year I always think of this song, possibly Leonard’s most mournful and yet most beautiful of songs……..Famous Blue Raincoat

“It’s four in the morning, the end of December

I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better

New York is cold but I like where I’m living

There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening

And I hear that you’re building your little house, deep in the desert

You’re living for nothing now; I hope you’re keeping some kind of record”

What else is there to say.  Leonard always wrote it far better than I ever could.  This time of year is always a mixture of loss and hope; another year gone, another year wasted? Well, anyway irretrievable certainly.  And the hope of the new year and what it might bring.

“Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair, she said that you gave it to her

That night that you planned to go clear.  Did you ever go clear?”