Death in Venice. And Munich.
Now that it’s time
Now that the hour hand has landed at the end
Now that it’s real
Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend
I want to know do I stay or do I go
Things were pretty much over when we drove from Munich to Venice last summer. Our marriage wasn’t over just yet – but in hindsight, our relationship was. I heard Nico’s The Fairest of All Seasons on the radio this morning and my mind drifted off to our last trip together and the pictures I took.