LP Review: "The Darkness At The Edge of Dawn" by The Howling Void

The Darkness At The Edge of Dawn

In my youth, there were many small bodies of water. None of them were particularly large, at least not the ones I stood in front of.

Certainly, then and today, there's the Mississippi River, but we stay away from its banks. From an early age, we're taught to fear and respect the Mighty Mississip.

Lakes, streams, and creeks though...there were a great many.

For some reason even in my elder years, I cannot seem to refrain from tossing stones into the water. Seeing the rings forming in the water really make me feel wonderful.

There's something about rings and circles that mesmerize me. It's plausible that this just came from my childhood days of skipping stones in the water.