we met yesterday to talk through the plan for the Weather Journals album release. We'll hopefully know in the next few weeks, we're excited by it all. We have started a myspace page for it here: www.myspace.com/theweatherjournals......
'Submarine'
As we lay on opposite walls of the old stone ruin we watched the moor rush beneath the cover of night. The aging grass had climbed over half way up the wall and reaching down I pulled the top of a bulrush, putting it between my teeth like a toothpick.
It was June when we first found the ruin but in the sheer darkness that surrounded us it was hard to believe in the brightness of that memory. The open sky looked like our closed eyes, as though the island had been dipped in an inkwell and stitched into the thick cloud with a black thread.
‘A Lewis winter’s like being on a submarine, isn’t it’ She said. ‘As you disappear beneath the surface an overwhelming darkness begins to bear down on you, growing more intense the deeper you go. And then, when you’re completely submerged it seems impossible that the sun can be shining somewhere else at the same time. It’s complete claustrophobia.’
‘I don’t see it like that,’ I said, holding the bulrush a few inches from my face. ‘I think it’s more like putting on a different pair of glasses. Once your eyes have adjusted you’re able to see things you would otherwise have missed. In a way, I suppose it is like being on a submarine,’ I said, leading her down from the wall and into the night, ‘when you’ve learnt to find your way in total darkness you will never get lost.’
