Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Beautiful. I like watching the slow advace of fall. This is looking like a perfect October day, 54 this morning up to 70 later. May get the old Honda out for another ride this afternoon.
So beautiful, DT. In New England, our turned leaves are looking very dry.
That’s quite the juxtaposition, the bleak Mojave on the masthead, the lush riparian Rocky mountain stream below. Fall is my favorite season. The heat of the summer is off, the weather is changing but there are still settled days, cool not hot with soft sunlight and golden glow. Each season has its charms, but autumn is best.