Here in Italy. Countryside...
Quiet. Crickets. Dark.
Wind is blowing through the trees,
And I am lying on stone stairs. Amazing stone stairs, looking at a heaven filled with stars.
The best part of this is that I have selected Neil Young to drift through this Italian moment with me.
I am alone, save the music, to drink in the magnitude of the moment. Italy and home woven throughout. You can't take home out of me. It IS me. No matter where I go, I will always be from Spring Lake Road. Tall pines and music drifting through my every moment.
Peace and music to everyone. And home and Neil Young.