Why not the front row?
In unsettling times, dive in.
Bathe in Christmas brass.
Why not the front row?
In unsettling times, dive in.
Bathe in Christmas brass.
My weather app grows
Blessing my cherished travel
Rain in Rome today
Your petering out
Won’t throw shade on persistence
Show up. Keep playing.
News punches the gut
Each drawn sinew twitches quick
Stomach knots pull tight