Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come with talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains
Within the sound of silence
Quiet Sunday morning... no sounds at all in the house... hot mug of Uva tea to go along with rice, Kalamata olives, left-over falafel... weird breakfast, sort of 'clean out the fridge' sort of morning. Tastes good anyway.
Stitchawl