It’s all right.
I like the mornings where the fog makes its way into town. The path of the day is gray.
My favorite sound is of a snowplow driving down my old street at 3am in January.
That’s why I love the trains at the station here at the dead of night.
I came to California for mountains and fair-weather romance.
I was sure about the mountains, the other snuck up on me.
I like to draw birds because I believe doing so preserves my family history.
I don’t mind washing dishes, unless bbq sauce is burned onto something like a cookie sheet.
While I prefer dry socks, I love rain storms.
Books are fun to read then stack, when the stack falls. read ’em again.
I like songs with instruments played by people in them.
Breaking glass is sort of a jerk thing to do.
There are things I’ve learned following old musicians around on tour that nothing else could have taught me.
beautiful, important, childish, historic things.
I like the smell of coffee, but the taste not as much.
The only thing I like to get over my head in, is an Illinois prairie.