November 15, 2017 (319/365)

We were born before the wind. Also younger than the sun. Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic. Hark, now hear the sailors cry. Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic. And when that foghorn blows, I will be coming home. And when that foghorn blows, I want to hear it. I don't have to fear it. I want to rock your gypsy soul just like way back in the days of old. Then magnificently we will float into the mystic...” - Van Morrison