River of Tears

by Eric Clapton

A dark and cold day, but went to a walk with my wife to the seaside. The water pushed by the passing boats had made its marks on the ice surface of the bay close to the bridge connecting the bay to the sea. Looked like many small rivers.

The tears relate also to the extra: we visited the grave of my brother, who passed away about 20 months ago, and left a Christmas angel there. I do miss him so much!