Lovely

and so evocative-

Sunday morning, my record player sits on my dusty living room floor, and my cat is watching Van Morrison's Tupelo Honey make its slow perambulation through side B. The air smells of coffee and newspapers, I've got the back door open and the shutters flung wide, and the sun is shining like it means it. "You can take all the tea in China," sings Van, "put it in a big brown paper bag for me."