Sunny, windy, cold Sunday
47 feels like 40 but it’s all the same
when the gusts blow across your face
like your mother slapped you
when you misbehaved or just because.
Wrong turns lead to right moments
longer drives on lazy afternoons
when all that really matters in life
is that you are with the one you love.
Where’s the guitar?
Photo this Sunday with the Nikon and a glass of cognac to warm me.