11-19-17


The hoar frost is on the ground... and the hills this morning are luxuriously
 frosted in glistening white crystals. The sun is hiding, and we've a blanket of misty grey
 tones out there...

I've written and re-written this post half a dozen times already, 
and none of it is making adequate sense. 
So... I will wish you all a great day; with hopes of rest, joy, 
and maybe a wink or two of laughter. See you all tomorrow.

Music for today:
Zero 7
Bonobo
Thievery Corporation