Persimmons, birds-of-paradise green and blue, lovely Pacific breezes.
Christmas in a warm place, where flowers are in bloom, and
the air is sweet and mild.
Long conversations, walks on the beach.
It is a “summery” winter for us who hail from a cold northern latitude.
We drink fine wine, cook a big turkey. Take off our heavy coats and
turn our faces to the sun, content, grateful, full-hearted.