Yesterday when I was young

Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame… — Charles Aznavour I first heard this song sung by Dusty Springfield, and as is so often the case,…

Start and Finish

Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did. — Lillian Hellman, An Unfinished Woman (1969)

Dust in the Wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see — ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas A favourite of mine, from forty years ago now. I just love the image of a Kansas wheat field and storm, too, I am…

The frost of age

He who hath braved Youth’s dizzy heat
Dreads not the frost of Age.

It’s so hard to forget pain

but it’s even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.