I can’t stop humming: And as we wind on down the road / Our shadows taller than our soul / There walks a lady we all know / Who shines white light and wants to show / How everything still turns to gold…And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven.
White on layers of white, flying high into thin air. I’ve been going through a rough patch lately, and Stairway to Heaven felt like a wound-soothing, comforting, and delightfully sensual medicine for my soul. Sleeping on my great-grandma’s white lace sheets helped too. Here is my full review, previously published in Cafleurebon.