Thinking of friends out in Boulder, Colorado, where a late-season wildfire is making mischief, disrupting people’s lives, dusting the mountain landscape with fire, smoke, and ash.
M-O-O-N: that spells “let the flames pass you by.”
because the light is beautiful
Thinking of friends out in Boulder, Colorado, where a late-season wildfire is making mischief, disrupting people’s lives, dusting the mountain landscape with fire, smoke, and ash.
M-O-O-N: that spells “let the flames pass you by.”
probably one of the saddest songs ever recorded, and by one of the greatest voices ever. it gets me every time when she sings:
“and the hardest part is knowing i’ll survive”
every time.