there is something that draws me into the 1960’s like no other era. and perhaps it's because there was an actual cause for what was being protested. and the world had not yet been used up... and though we can fight for making our world last longer.. why would you want to?
the creative soul these days seems to recycle what has already been done. stepping through the gaps of those who laid the pavement for a change that had not yet occurred.. we are paying our respects to the vagabonds before us..
this interview an old favorite, with the press is truly a work of genius in my opinion. to claim no leadership and refuse any label placed for words simply spoken is perhaps what the movement was supposed to be about.
the snow on my balcony is enough to keep me in bed, watching the flakes fall from the gray sky.. sunday is for rest. that hush that falls over the town folk.. living in a village that still keeps their doors locked on the first day of the week... being content to sit and watch the snow. . to listen to the wind howl .