For nostalgia is to my dear friends//The first pages of a book that never ends
All the fantastical things will remain in my mind...
"...tea is at four. There's plenty of it. You are welcome any time. Don't bother knocking!"
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 →