The Air is cold, it's fresh. It feels so clean and pure, just like getting out of the shower in the mornings.
I sit here... so tired, so relaxed. The dim light stirs and haunts the corners of the room as if it were exploring the dark.
A cluster of musical instruments, an overjoyful graduated silhouette celebrates.
One microphone standing, so strong, so powerful, so ready.. It's calling me, but not right now. I can see it, in the distance... theoretically of course.
Waiting, just waiting and feeling. Not too sure of what my head is saying. I do know i'm going to miss her, that's for sure. She's getting ready, packing. Tomorrow she will have to leave, at the start of lunch. I won't get to see her till, Sunday? I think.. oh well, thats really too long.
I'm calm; peace.. i like it. =]