I’ll walk past you without thinking, once.
I’ll walk past you without thinking, twice.
The third time I walk by, you’ll think.
I was under the impression that Jack Johnson is a greying old man, who sings songs having nice poetic lyrics, in his soft, mellow voice.
I was wrong. He is not old and greying.
(Never judge a man by his voice, actually..never judge them 😛 )
The rains are growling, refusing to halt.
I saw horses this morning. I should have touched them.