Letras
Thirty degrees and falling— I'm walling myself in today
I found what he said quite appalling, but tell me what you had to say
Wet wood doesn't burn
And tired hearts don't yearn for things they don't command
Glimpses of sun can rectify tons of issues that feel out of hand
Sunlight on catalpa trees, alfalfa fields surrounding me
The spirit of Amerigo Vespucci in my brain
October rain
Long walks along the rocks on the shores of Lake Champlain
Longing for the summer sun when I see October rain