"Mother weep the years I'm missing , all our time can't be given back..."

Well,this is obviously turning into a musical journal with a pinch of photography...Story of my life!

Such a beautiful day again, bits of sunshine sneaking playfully behind majestic black clouds,yellow leaves twirling on the tram lines while people run hastily to catch their buses to whatever chores await. I was blessed with the luxury of time, in an era of endless sprinting along the central avenues...