The longer I was left lone helped me to find my sense of home. And missing your familiar ways, at night, I memorized your face. We've spent a long time waiting for the chance to say, "We are Here".
A camera, a notebook, a pen, some records. The kettle on the stove. Fog in November. Listening to Belle & Sebastian indoors on a rainy afternoon. Cooking biscuits at Christmas. Drinking beer in su...