Tuesday, August 04, 2009

A Tuesday in August

There is absolutely nothing that compares to a cool, ethereal, angelic, and above all Celtic voice to drive off the oppressive steam and brass skies of a Virginia August. One stanza and you can almost feel the mists of wafting up the face of the Cliffs of Moher.


maddy said...

i too have been listening to loreena a lot lately....how ironic....
have a good august eve my friend.

maddy said...

you will never be forgotten
may my heart mend before i die