The birds went over this morning, all of them heading the same direction, and I stood there like someone who wished he could do the same. Whatever the season is doing, I'm still pointed toward you.
Until then,
Missing you.
The weathervane keeps turning your way.
ibForsomeone lovelyBy email
Thinking of you today,
The birds went over this morning, all of them heading the same direction, and I stood there like someone who wished he could do the same. Whatever the season is doing, I'm still pointed toward you.
