Some days are better than others. Today is Sam's 17th birthday. I can't believe it. Lots of calls from family. But there won't be one from her, his God-mother. I sometimes need to listen to sad songs on mornings like this. Afterall, music is what feelings sound like. THIS ONE makes me cry. Everytime. After listening about 3 or 4 times I latched onto the phrase....and quick went outside for a look at my still-covered garden. It brought more tears, the happy kind. A sign.
And when I'm in that place, I have to make stuff.
And another page from the WN, because I found the perfect size Ville Valo photo.
