"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

Friday, January 1, 2016

Cold, Dark, 45 degrees

I can't recall a New Years day that wasn't so. There is no fighting the dead of winter.
There's only one song that fits my mood on days like this.



Might as well curl up with a cup of tea and dream of old romance.

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