A small Irish band.

"You say you'll give me a highway with no one on it, a treasure just to look upon it, all the riches in the night. You say you'll give me eyes in a moon of blindness, a river in a time of dryness, a harbor in the tempest. All the promises we make from the cradle to the grave... when all I want is you." -U2

Sunday, two days ago. There was a bad storm outside, Joss Stone inside. It started like any other sunday, but it most certainly wasn't. It could quite possibly be the best sunday I'll get in this life. It rained really hard. Lightning, thunder and wind.

And all of a sudden, the storm was finally over.