Just a Song at Twilight by Donald J. Richardson, Paperback | Indigo Chapters

Like many writers, I suppose I have an idealized picture of the past, of my youth, when everything was green and golden and all the calves sang to my huntsman's horn. All the potential was ours, all that mattered was the immediate present, and the future belonged to some non-threatening, never-to-be-achieved time when we might-God forfend-actually get older. So here it is-my paean to my youth-long gone-but never-oh dear Lord above protect us in our innocence and naivete-never to be forgotten. | Just a Song at Twilight by Donald J. Richardson, Paperback | Indigo Chapters