A thousand suns rise from my chest.

It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. - Adam

Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

So are you moving on now? Is that what brought you to the grand metropolis of Valladolid?” “No. The wind just blew me here.” “What? Like a plastic bag?” “I prefer to think of myself as a ship. Like a sailboat.

Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.