SnowDay

Yes it is snowing outsside of my cold, basement window. Looking around at the mounds of sleeves and boxes, crates full of music from all over the town. Winter is upon us, something delicate is in the air. The cold creeks in as the wind flys around, swirling and whirling it's way from the sound. Another night is upon us, another day of wasted dreams. With that I leave you something, something that came to me in from the winter's freeze.