#2 in the series based on one of my favorite songs.
“Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night”
To a weary traveler of dreams and significance, the lure of glory and the promise of comfort can be a brilliant trap.
“On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air”
This song has been a mystical fairy in my life ever since I can remember. It wasn’t until just after college that I began to truly appreciate the lyrics.
Was it the haze of being bed-ridden that made me begin this series? Perhaps the fascination I have with this new app? And why did I blog #3 first? Who knows? Here’s the first one and all of my novice attempts at painting with Art Studio on my iPhone with my finger.