Happy Winter solstice, Nola! This poem, probably familiar to you, takes place on "the darkest evening of the year." That would be tonight! :) Hope you are snug! :) xox
Thoughts of you my friend. In time I hope to find the oceans that define you and make you special. Not just the surface you portray. Especially the music that you play. For that is one way to know more about you. Have a great Sunday. Jazz