Maybe it’s someoneyou haven’t spoken toin a long time. Maybe it’s someoneyou still talk to every day,but somehowit doesn’t sound the same anymore. Maybe it’s your own voicefrom a timewhen you didn’t think so muchbefore speaking. The strange thing about voicesis that t

Another hour in the morning.A longer summer.One more night before going home.A few more years feeling young. And we want freedom too. To leave when we want.To stay when we want.To change direction.To start again. But time keeps movingwhether we feel free or not. That’s the stra