I guess it was four, maybe five years ago that my friend Dan sent me a mixed tape for Christmas. I think it was the last actual tape. At any rate, I was working for mom and dad that season and I had to go deliver something on a snowy day in Dallas, a soft rarity to be sure. It was actual snow too, not just ice. I went the back way through Highland Park, down Armstrong to Oak Lawn, past the creek and park. Steve Earle’s “Galway Girl” came on just as I drove past a row of swans making their way from the creek to an unknown destination. Their long white necks and black eyes perfectly blended with the slushy snow and grey sky. I can only presume they were coming in from the cold for hot toddies and chocolate. It was one of those moments were everything seemed delightfully perfect.