The first of December was covered with snow. So was the turnpike, from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seemed dream-like, on account of that frostin', with 10 miles behind me
and 10,000 more to go : There's a song that they sing, when they take to the highway,
a song that they sing, when they take to the Sea. It's a song that they sing, of their home
in the sky. Maybe, you can believe it, if it helps you to sleep. But singing works just fine
for me. - James Taylor
freakme:
Cool! Hope you have a fantastic 2019!
