I like those pacific northwest days where moisture squeezes from every pore, lines every blade of grass, weighs down every rock and pine needle, clings to every molecule of sky; when rivers and streams and roads all run together as one silver ribbon, when the cloud-mists filter down through the treetops to mingle with [...]
Category Archives: raindrops
Sea of Madness
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Silver rain
On the mountain clover
Washes away
Until the music is over.
by Neil Young