While Life Swirls Crazily Around My Head
Deep breath…
It’s been another emotional and busy week for us. There were some highlights, like unexpected (and pleasant!) visits from out-of-town relatives, and meeting new people. Instead of recapping and whining about the rest, I have decided to randomly post one of my favorite songs by The Decemberists:
“The Engine Driver” – The Decemberists
off of Picaresque, 2005
The Decemberists
The Decemberists
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I’ve written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
It’s that part that caught me the first time I heard it, and still does.
