Thoughts, observations, musings, encouragements, exhortations, and occasional rants from an Anglican Parish Deacon.
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.