"There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres."


Lord Byron

04.06.10

Earthquakes inside and out. Back in the breezes and the rain, waiting for the flowers to bloom. Old crushes creepin, spent many hours sleeping. Wish I got more done in a day.