#nyd

How could I be lonely? I have you.

There was a time, Nicolo knows, when the turning of the seasons was the ordinary marking of time to him; the way he knew which clothes to wear and which holy days to mark, how far they might be from the harvest and how long til winter's bite. Then came immortality, and time marched on without any imprint upon his body, each season marking the extraordinary only upon his soul. He cannot remember when the cycles became a tumult, when the speed at which time shifted accelerated, or how soon the places he and Yusuf traveled offered new definitions of 'a year'. It is a blur to him now, a cavalcade of festivals and quiet moments, of temples and river banks and dry, desert heat. He celebrated rain and began anew when the cherry blossoms faded, until the mechanisms of rededication became so many he couldn't keep up. He thinks of those years like a night spent in drink--glorious in the moment, responsible for later aches.

Taylor performing Suburban Legends/New Year’s Day as the surprise song on piano

She literally sings “HER”

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere