Illusions and Delusions

On the way home this evening I was traveling west as the sun was setting. I always like to do this as, nearly always when I was a child going home from a holiday or a trip out, we ended up traveling west into the sunset, chasing the light. The sky this evening was orange-pink and there was a straight line of grey cloud across from south to north dividing the sky and making the silhouetted hills look like wooded islands in a pink sea. The motorway was a snaking river of light moving towards me as I looked down at it from the bridge and, close by, the last rays of light lit up the glittering ice which is covering everything.

Today Flea was looking particularly striking in black and red with her white hair escaping everywhere. The natural light on her face is a sign that the light is returning to us and, even though it is icy-cold, spring really is quite close.

The light in this song (the visuals for it) is the same light as we used to chase as children. A little snippet of home for me.