thus begins a week of just me,
a gal in a little, old house.
in reflection and sitting.
movies & wine & listening to music on the floor.
(and playfully strumming on my guitar that i have no idea how to play).
i think i like folk music the best because it's so raw.
like when you close your eyes,
it's like they're just sitting there, right next to you,
strumming a sweet song,
like you've always been friends.
this song makes me wanna lay in the sticky, sweet summa grass.
{have a listen}