There are days that belong in the trash. The time to sleep on old leaves. As you look for every ray of sunshine.
Sometimes it’s a song or a beautiful voice, which comes like a warm light to visit. For me it was Diane’s voice. I immediately took the guitar, turned on the recorder and played. I’ve played other versions. They were clean, but they had less emotion. I took the first version. I thank Diane for this little ray of sunshine. Jürgen