Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters
Last night was relatively quiet, as I tucked myself in for the evening. Somewhere out in the village, someone has a radio on maybe, playing old country tunes? Just too far away to hear who is singing, but someone with a Patsy Cline twang. I certainly will admit, I find it a hard thing to achieve, this not thinking so much. I think cycling is … Continue reading Angel’s Wings And Fighting Monsters