![]() In Southern California and the rest of the Southwest there's plenty of sunshine all year round. It's not just a matter of aesthetics or a personality quirk like being a sun-worshipper. 1 Vitamin D deficiency is classically associated with loss of bone mass, and is also associated with rheumatoid arthritis, cardiovascular disease, cancer, and type 1 diabetes. Humans depend on sun exposure to satisfy daily requirements of vitamin D. And of course, there's less sunlight during each 24-hour day of winter than during the rest of the year.Īll these facts make it more important during winter to ensure you're getting your daily dose of sunlight. The sun is lower in the sky and the sun's rays reach the Earth at an angle, losing much of their power. Winter light is hazy - it's more diffuse. Duncan R.M.Simon and Garfunkel had it right. ![]() Saline solution) And even supporting and funding Planned Parenthood for harvesting and selling body parts! and we still and should cry Lord have mercy on us. Should we expect to get off Scott free, for killing 56 million babies?(pass their children through the fire,( i.e. Perhaps this is all being orchestrated by The Most High God, to renovate and judge the earth. You'd think we learned, but look at even current Iran nuclear ambitions, are seemingly being encouraged by the U.S. Though these nuclear age songs were a more prevalent theme from the 80s(I ran, Flock of Seagulls, and songs by The Fixx) up to more recent Radioactive Imagine Dragons, still the indelible imprint of 1945 Japan, and pictures of mushroom clouds and stories of their effects, would be still fresh to the likes of a young Simon in 1966. Boxer, "I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains" Then again this hazy shade of winter song could be a commentary on the fallout from a nuclear war, nuclear winter, when things are really difficult to survive with the detrimental effects on environment and radioactivity leading to cancer etc. Despite hardships and losses and sacrifices, he still feels compelled to stay and carry on. But like a boxer, fighter, has kinda pidgeon holed himself into a difficult career, plus the big cold city still provides any chance of survival or ultimately acclaim and success. "I come looking for a job but I get no offers-just a come on from the whores on 7th Ave." He confesses "I do declare there was times I was so lonesome I took some comfort there" Lonely and feeling different in the big city. This song reminds me of a couple of other songs of Simons: The Boxer, and The only blue eyed boy in New York. ![]() He realizes being a musician/writer is a fringe of society endeavor of life, and thus opportunities are limited. Simon is ambitious but coupled with artistic side, he feels different than most people. Yes it's a view from the writer of observing time marching on around him,(note Sally Ann marching band) how life passes us by, especially when we feel we're on the inside looking out. The poet asks that he not be forgotten, because that is the ultimate death he looks around - the leaves are brown, warning that time is running out, and the sky is lightly overcast with winter clouds and there is a little snow on the ground: a reminder that death is coming. In a classical reference to Greco-Roman mythology, time weaves a tapestry that is the visible story of our lives, even as the Fates wove the tapestry that was the life of a human being. ![]() Time passes with the seasons even as the circumstances of our lives pass. The solution contains its own refutation. Tell yourself that winter is really spring and full of ripe possibilities. The writer urges us to hang onto our hopes the only way that we can: to pretend that there is enough time left to build a satisfying life. Time leaves us as beggars holding-out our cup in the hope that life will drop a bit of sustenance into our vessel. The poet hears the Salvation Army Band promising a neatly-packaged and played Redemption of the Wasted Life, but the poet bitterly suggests that it would be better to drown oneself in the river than to accept the cliche of Canned Salvation. Time is running out and whether from age, poor health, or just fatigue from a weariness of life's experiences, "winter," a classic metaphor for old age and death, is used to express a sense of the "wasted" life or wasted time that can never be reclaimed. It recognizes the failure of seizing good things ("I was so hard to please") because of a search for something better. This song seems to be about "taking stock" of one's life, especially from the standpoint of someone either old or who is feeling old from hard experience.
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