Tender Blindspot

My friend asked me if this was New Hampshire
I replied, " No, it's The Hebrides"...

"It's cold, but at least the sun is out
Her breath hangs glowing in the air
She's standing at the car with the key in her hand
Like a sleeper coming back from somewhere

All at once, the weight has lifted
Forgotten the weeping all last night
She's wearing a frown borrowed from her father
Her head is tilted a little to the right
And it's just your tender blindspot
Not the ruination of your soul"

Peter Mulvey - Tender Blindspot