Don't turn my picture down - I promised I'd be here through the worst of it
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 →