Sunday is my personal day, a time for reflection and rest, a day to share some personal joy and angst. Something is unwritten, unsaid, it seeks release among the harmonies, the synthesis of words, music, voices. In the end, subtly and unfinished, it leaves an image of our lives expressed in song so delicate, so vibrant, so eloquent.
It remains one of my favorites, a Best-of-Allan, for all that it says about love and life, for all that is says about you, about me.
Find someone to love, then love her.