Miles.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible, is music. — Aldous Huxley

Miles. Coltrane. Thelonious Monk.

Green tea.

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?

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