God Willin' And the Creek... There's Always That.

Through the years I have learnedSome things worth the tellin' And you'd be right in guessin' That each and every lesson they were hard won


Can I come home for the summer? I could slow down for a little while Get back to loving each other Leave all those long and lonesome miles behind.

--Ray Lamontagne

There is something about this lyric, how he prized the hard won lessons like pearls.  Maybe there are too many swine in the audience.  Maybe I am one. Maybe he's one.

There are some who understand the personality of art. I'm not sure I'm one of those people. If I were, maybe I'd opine less, treasure the hard won, and come home to quiet love a little more.

Amber, where are you? You help me talk less.