Straight into my arms

I can't shake the feeling that Sophie is sad right now, her big dark eyes implore me to -- what? Do something? Be something? Stop something? Or is she me, me her, big dark eyes -- what? Do something? Be something? Stop something?

Listen:

You Crawled Out of the Sea

Sustenance

I've made yet another wonderful connection through blogging, and this morning, right when I posted my crotchety thoughts for the day, I clicked on this video that she sent my way, along with the words that it reminded her of Sophie and me.

Thank you, dear ajax. Thank you.



Oh you crawled out of the sea,
Straight into my arms,
Straight into my arms