the music had a comfortable character fumbling off the bright brass strings and spilling into the convivial crowd a sea of comfortable chatter that filled the warm and wood paneled room — 3/17/10 – 114 #favorite
the balmy touch of your wispy fingers leaves the surface of my skin cold but my heart beats warm for thought of fog and a city shrouded and old the first breath of spring comes early though but a taste of things to come and come too soon to be…
feel warmth glowing neurons firing in pleasant patterns feel silence resting no need for hurry or incessant seeking enjoy the moment contentment resting enlightened, here — 1/4/10 – 35