Leonard Cohen RIP
Sunday, cold outside, feelings on edge. May families have peace today. The wind brings no reprieve, the weather will get gloomier. It doesn’t matter though, for my heart is all warm inside, tears come quick, she longed for solice. Hope should never die, not on a Sunday. May the angels light your path. Guide your path. Guard your path. I think she misses many….so long ago…can’t get there even in her dreams. All out of Love…..Air Supply, playing on the radio….