Oh, Big Country, I MIGHT have heard this one before recording it off of BOB, but I can’t entirely be sure. Which means to say that I don’t really have any memories of this one, even though I guarantee if it was on my radar as a kid I would have totally adored it. And I adore it now, especially these lyrics:
I’m not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime
I don’t know what it is. I think it’s that whole last part about seeing the sun in the wintertime. There’s something about a bitter cold day where your breath comes out in plumes and the sun is shining down but you still feel like you could freeze to death at any moment; I always hated it when it was happening, but at the same time there was something about it that was romantic and made you feel distinctly alive. I don’t know if that’s what you were going for, Big Country, but thanks for reminding me about one of the few things I liked about Minnesota winters and for appreciating that I’m now living in a different part of this very big country with a climate more acceptable to me.
