Cast no shadow

It's not that I have forgotten those memories. It's simply that I no longer care to remember them. They have fled beyond hope or sorrow; let them be there, and stay there, where they cannot cast a shadow. 

Love will tear us apart

Lady Winter

May. By now Spring should be all over the place, and yet this year Lady Winter seems bent in taking the time that was denied to her during the proper cold months. And the rain pours, and the wind blows, and the cold creeps everywhere; and she laughs in contempt.

Music doesn't really get any better than this

(I know this blog has been rather neglected lately, but it will get back on track. Eventually)