For April.

Carolina In The Pines
(Michael Martin Murphey)

She came to me said she knew me
Said she'd known me a long time
And she talked of being in love
With every mountain she had climbed

And she talked of trails she'd walked up
Far above the timberline
From that night on I knew I'd write songs
For Carolina in the pines.

There's a new moon on the fourteenth
First quarter twenty-first
And a full moon in the last week
Brings a fullness to the earth.

There's no guess work in the clockwork
Of the world's heart or mine
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines.

As the frost grows on the windows
The wood stove smokes and glows
As the fire glows we can warm our souls
Makin' rainbows in the coals.

And we talk of trails we walk up
Far above the timberline
There are nights I only feel right
With Carolina in the pines.

That's the beauty and the curse of not living in a "Choose-Your-Own-Adventure" book.....you'll never know if the adventure you chose was better or worse than the alternative. The story line you hoped for could have turned out to have been as dark as a Stephen King novel...or, the one you threw aside could have been your ticket on the Hemisphere Dancer straight to the lush Alaskan landscape. You just never know in this life, I guess.

Oh well, I'd probably have hated the traffic on those famous Charleston bridges anyway.