Sunny Sunday morn,
and time to take my time now,
for a little while.
The guitar plays on,
and carries me to places,
I want to go to.
On the road again,
this time with my camera,
and my black notebook.
What’s the sky doing,
hanging low and very grey,
but the birds like it.
A storm name for me,
and missing the Bahamas,
I hope, as I am.
