So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. Virginia Woolf – To The Lighthouse
As the cold mornings gave way to warm afternoons, the windows could remain down during the wait at Starbucks as nature slowly began to unthaw from the long winter, but only along the shore as many are chafing at the bit to be out on the lake in the kayak.
Last Christmas – Wham
59th Street Bridge Song – Simon & Garfunkel
I wish I had a magical button on my phone like the one in the BeCasso app that could transform my life into a new reality like these images right now. Daily doctor appointments for a pinched nerve, an ice storm and the loss of Gabby has created a very bleak landscape.