Music For The Frosty Night When I Miss Your Warm Light
Another sunset without you. How precious were those little moments… how futile are these tardy words. …
Another sunset without you. How precious were those little moments… how futile are these tardy words. …
“… I love the idea that your own projects and your own perception of your ideas, can evolve by themselves when you leave them alone…”
Yesterday I took a train ride out into the country. Besides getting out of the house, …
“… a sense of envelopment in your surroundings and taking some comfort in that…”