After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible, is music. — Aldous Huxley
Miles. Coltrane. Thelonious Monk.
Words. words. words.
Clouds outside forming, preparing to storm.
for the moment, this is all I’ll every need.
Jazz washes away the dust of every day life.
— Art Blakey
Things that bring me happy: jazz.tea.reading.writing.
What are yours?