Most days...

Most days I just want to chop all my hair off, basically to look like the one and only, Norah Jones. It might be my next ode to being a bad ass that I'll never be able to achieve.
 
But then I realize cutting my hair won't give me her skills and I stick to youtubing the crap out of her lovey performances.



Happy Tuesday.


http://youtu.be/2IrWoKOLjQI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CWUA8H01UI&feature=youtu.be



Makes my heart happy.

Morning Doves

Life is rich, confusing, difficult, but in the midst of life at its finest, the sound of morning doves remind me of when I use to breath in the air and I believed it was pure, when I would look up to the sun, close my eyes and let the warmth of something so far away fill my soul, and most of all it was when I believed that people only have good intentions.


A lot has changed from those days in my life and one of the things I miss most about when I was younger was when I didn't know morning doves, and pigeons are the same bird...

End

All songs come to an end.

All books, all seasons, all dreams.

End.

But my question is when does it all start?