Gravity (Music. Books)

This afternoon I made a somewhat impromptu visit out to a friend's bookstore, Gravity, about an hour away in Exeter, PA. While there he and I chatted briefly about music, new artists, my opinion of the layout, etc. Two hours later I left. $60 poorer, but 3 books, 1 gift and 1 CD richer.

I cracked open my newly purchased CD, and played the first disc, Jon Foreman's "Fall. Winter" on repeat the entire way home. I couldn't have found a more perfect companion on the long, windy, sunny drive home.

Last week was torture. This week, however, has the beginnings of of looking up.