It’s record cold temperatures outside.
I’m stuck inside alone with only my thoughts, my possessions to stir my memories and trip my imaginary wanderings.
Spotify reminds me of life and love, hope and goodness. Fills the warm air from my furnace and humidifier with soothing Jazz from female voices, guitars and saxophones. I wish to be stuck inside more often.
Quiet nights of loving you, autumn leaves, the island, cruisin with my baby,
If you keep on believing the dream that you wish will come true.