Listening to Bowerbirds. So nice for a gray Monsoon day, though I do wish I was curled up on a couch with a coffee instead of sitting straight up at my computer with an impossible to-do list.
“Northern Lights”
…And I don’t need you to catch my wanderin mind
And I don’t expect a southern girl to know the northern lights
And all I want is your eyes
In the morning as we wake
For a short while
And I do need the wind across my pale face
And I do need the fern to unfurl in the spring
And I do need the grass to sway
Yes I do need to know my place…
