Sunday, November 8, 2009

golden days









His drive home was uneventful but golden. He caught himself singing "Golden Years" by David Bowie...

"Don’t let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel. Come get up my baby, Look at the skies, life's begun, Nights are warm and the days are young, Come get up my baby."

Obviously, life was taking me somewhere, up a mountain road into the setting sun, so the day wasn't young, and the night was actually going to be rather chilly, but you get the idea. It was golden.

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