I’m not singing for the future because I don’t own it.
I’m not dreaming of the past because I already lived it.
These days I don’t count the firsts or the lasts.
I count the little things.
A good cup of coffee.
A quiet room.
A laugh I didn’t expect.
A song on the radio.
Life didn’t shrink… it just got more honest.
Bonus points if you know the two artists represented this morning…
