someone recently introduced me to what too quickly has become my wintermuzik for 2005. too sure it will also be the muzik in my head for the mornings of early 2006.
mornings of winter. of birds on window sills. and relentless winds and rainfalls. in the valley, there is no snow, just winds. and rainfalls, if we're lucky.
when the spring is cold where do robbins go? what makes winters lonely? now at last i know.
