Don't turn my picture down - I promised I'd be here through the worst of it
Don’t Turn My Picture Down
Tea is at Four
"...tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don't bother knocking!" -Bilbo Baggins
Hearing the Stars, Pt. III: My Name
It is my name they call. My only task henceforth is to learn my own name.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VII: They’ll Understand, Someday
Today, the sky is a thicker shade of gray. One that really doesn't let much sun through at all. Not much sun by our standards, anyways... I used to become inspired by the sight of clouds, the smell of rain, the sound of life with a touch of laze. I'd write some music with my guitar,... Continue Reading →
December Rose 