Thursday, September 07, 2006
How many acres, how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map
Old dirt road,
knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old
Old dirt road rambling rose
Watching the fire as we grow...
Feist - Mushaboom
Somewhere in the woods there must be a quiet little cabin made of red cedar and lined with big clear windows. A hummingbird flutters on the roses outside my window, and there's a red-haired girl on the bed to keep me warm.
If I can't have romance because my heart is too sore and the world is too cynical, I would definitely just be glad to no longer be sleeping alone.