Let us begin this final week of 2010 with: the record.
This article is what inspired the prompt. But not my writing. That happens sometimes.
Thankfully I managed to get internet access here, because I totally forgot to schedule a post before leaving my parent's house. The trip to Vancouver went fairly smoothly, hopefully the same will be said after tomorrow's journey home.
Turn the lights down low,
Let all those busy thoughts slow;
You've got nowhere to go,
So let that mad wind blow.
That wild storm will pass,
But oh this moment will last.
Rain splatters against glass,
While Miles comforts with class.
Kind of Blue is here
To fill you with peace my dear;
This record is my seerAnd this will be a good year.