Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
SCOTTISH STREET SONGS
Nostalgic street songs of my day...
We did not have much in the way of material things, but it did not take much to have fun.
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