October 29th, 2020. Rain rain rain.
I Love the sound of the rain. I always have. I Love the feel of it. It’s an all over reminder that you’re covered in skin. A thorough reminder of
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
I Love the sound of the rain. I always have. I Love the feel of it. It’s an all over reminder that you’re covered in skin. A thorough reminder of
I hate politics, I truly do. Because I genuinely believe that you’ve got a bunch of people who have come to the conclusion that theirs is the only way forward
The shame is if you get the calling to spread your wings and flyAnd you approach the cliff, but then you back awayAnd from then on you wonder what it
I’m definitely having one of those mornings where I’m just… not… quite ready to be conscious. I don’t have a really good excuse. Even “waking up early for the plumber”
I’m re-reading Peter F Hamilton’s “Neutronium Alchemist” books. I think they’re called the Night’s Dawn Trilogy though I don’t see that written on any of the books that I own.
When I have nightmares I often feel very real pain, or wake up with that lung-squeezing terror that is so very physical, or the feeling of things and people pulling
More in a bit – but this weekend I got to stream a wedding for a friend, a flatpicking contest AND play an amazing show in Frederick, MD. Alright –
Shh. Today’s really quiet so far. Saturday mornings SHOULD have this period where no-one else is up to anything yet. The grey hath descended and halted all our neighbours’ early-morning
I’m not sure what I’m going to write about our quick runaway getaway. I think I’m a motion-oriented person and it was just good to cover ground, EVEN though that
More…September 28th – 30th, 2020. Let’s go somewhere pretty.