I don’t know why, but I really like the title of the album this song comes from: August and Everything After, fitting especially since today is the last day of August. (The waning of summer always puts me in a nostalgic, melancholy mood.)

I belong… in the service of the queen
I belong… anywhere but in between.

With the image of the black-winged bird, I am reminded of one of the creation myths from the Philippines, where a bird tricks the sea and the sky into a war, so that the sky eventually ends up dropping rocks from the sky into the ocean, creating land.

I’ve been here before and I deserve a little more….

To August and everything after. Where has all the time gone?