I'm listening to Joni Mitchell. Do you like her? I do. It makes me feel nostalgic… the other side of me. Fortunately for us all, Little Miss Joey puts that side in its place most of the time. See, if I were to play that song in repeat I would be writing a very different post. Softer. Sweeter. Filled with gentle longing for nothing in particular. Vague. All of it is vagueness. All of it are impressions of what might have been. Of what may be. Smiles are just a thought. A soft print. Yes, that would happen if I were to play Joni Mitchell all night.