No sun coming up. Ashy gray at the fringes of the landscape. Decay is the theme.
Except for the inward picture where joy blooms, anticipation quickens the blood, and the movement of the day is a glorious train towards the date with my greatest mood elevator. The transformative power of music is my last great hope for unlocking emotion. Senses fail, but music awakens.
I can't wait for those boys and their thrilling rock cascades.
About Me
- Beth
- Novelist-in-progress, empty nester, potter, former health care consultant, now chief cook, landscaper, and travel manager
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