Sipping an old whiskey while sitting on my porch at the onset of, yet another, lockdown in springtime. My son places a flower in what looks like a stage light from the sun’s refraction. Spring is the star and the show is in front of me.
Sipping an old whiskey while sitting on my porch at the onset of, yet another, lockdown in springtime. My son places a flower in what looks like a stage light from the sun’s refraction. Spring is the star and the show is in front of me.