There are some phrases that feel less like words and more like a state of mind. “Yazoo softly over” is one of them.
— For the late-night listeners, the porch-sitters, and everyone learning to love what moves slowly.
The Yazoo River doesn’t rush. It seeps, it curves, it floods the lowlands quietly. To say something moves “Yazoo softly over” is to describe a force that isn’t aggressive but is absolutely unstoppable. Like grief. Like the end of a long summer. Like the way a song you haven’t heard in ten years suddenly plays in a coffee shop, and for two minutes, you’re twenty years old again. yazoo softly over
Yazoo Softly Over: A Meditation on Rain, Blues, and Letting Go
So here’s to the Yazoo feeling. To the blues that don’t scream but settle in your bones. To whatever is softly passing over you right now—whether you’ve named it yet or not. There are some phrases that feel less like
It’s the opposite of a crash. It’s a settling .
Let’s sit with that phrase for a minute: Softly over. The Yazoo River doesn’t rush
May you not miss it just because it’s quiet.