Just beautiful. I remember this song from early, early sixties. "He walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own." I woke up about four this morning, and I couldn't play the music, would not wake up Gunnar. As I sat by the lap top in the kitchen, I heard this mechanic click sound over and over. I searched for the source, and found to my surprise, it was the water boiled on the other kitchen counter, which has been boiling for, I don't know how many hours. Dry and hissing it was as I turned it off. I had to thank for being awoken in due time. "He walks with me."
Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI remember this song from early, early sixties.
"He walks with me and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own."
I woke up about four this morning, and I couldn't play the music, would not wake up Gunnar.
As I sat by the lap top in the kitchen, I heard this mechanic click sound over and over.
I searched for the source, and found to my surprise, it was the water boiled on the other kitchen counter, which has been boiling for, I don't know how many hours.
Dry and hissing it was as I turned it off.
I had to thank for being awoken in due time.
"He walks with me."