jazz . jungle . 爵士乐.森林

In Jazz, as in other musics, some thing are of their time, some ahead of it, while other simple know no time at all

回到這個小鎮上讓我有類似的感動。車子在行經那朋友住處的田中小徑時,我看著晴朗的天空、綠油油的稻田、幾隻停在其中的白鷺.
忽然想到一首很久以前聽過的老歌:【Take me home, country road】

Country roads take me home,
to the place I belong West Virginia,
Mountain Mama, take me home, country road
I hear her voice in the morning hours she calls me
The radio reminds me of my hometown far away
And driving down the road, I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads take me home, to the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama, take me home, country road.

真正的家,不該只是一個居住的地方,而應該也是心靈的歸屬。旅行的用意,正是為了找到它

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