Jazz for the Soul

I feel like I should be smoking a cigar while sitting

on a wide house porch somewhere near the bayous of New Orleans.

Where the air is un-still and I have no sense of will, just laziness as I

sit in a large wooden rocking chair listening to The Dave Brubeck Quartet.

But when I’m listening to Vince Guaraldi I’m sitting on a porch during the Fall

within a rain forest build for Home. Everything is perfection and both are considered

Home.

 

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