It is sad to imagine a day when receiving a hand-written letter in the mail loses its value. Floral prints and sixties model BMW's are not the only things I like to reach into the past for; it's the manners, the innocence, and the swoon. A new mural was painted each sunrise and finished when the warmth disappeared underneath the Western horizon. I still believe the days that stole so many hearts exist. Our world just makes one dig a bit of a deeper hole.
Currently Listening: "Old Old Fashioned" by Frightened Rabbit