My long-stemmed loneliness, your beck and call

Oh Catherine, My Catherine– Widower

The rain has finally come.  After what seemed like an endless summer of dry skies and sunshine, I’m reminded of what it feels like to walk through puddles, to feel the water dripping down my neck, to worry about tracking mud back into the house.

So, on a day like today, there’s nothing better than a quiet tune of autumnal folk straight from Seattle. This is a song about sadness and loss and all such slings and arrows.  And there’s nothing finer on a gloomy November afternoon.

The record is called Fool Moon.

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