We Are Both Strange Little Birds in Our Own Ways

I just stumbled across this beautiful song by Stef Conner.

The song itself is heartbreaking if you attend to the lyrics too closely but these lyrics reminded me of you:

Every day

She waited by the window to hear

Little hands tapping on the glass

Secret greetings split in half

Answers ready for questions asked

"Won't you come out and play?"

Never ending or beginning {HH}

A strange serendipitous trail led me to this collection of three versions of 'The Windmills of Your Mind' ... Dusty Springfield, Dorothy Ashby and The Muppets ... enjoy the awesomeness: http://blog.discorocker.net/2009/02/windmills

I also love this version by Alison Moyet:



Actually I have a feeling that anyone could do this song and I would love it ... makes me feel like creating art when I listen to the lyrics ... expect to see lots of spirals, tunnels, keys, apples and footprints in forthcoming weeks and months ;-)