Dover Brunch Day

Buenos Dias amigos.
All four visits completed,
Three in Dover with the white cliffs
and one in Folkestone,
and the reports will be done in the morning now.
Yep, arrived home, had a sarnie, fell asleep. You know the drill.
Meanwhile, a pic of what I had for lunch at one of the visits.



The filling breakfast brunch.

Good Night

Sunny Day

A lovely sunny day again. This mild weather we are having is due to a warm front from the continent.

I have been listening to jazz and finishing off these reports from yesterday. I also have been doing some reading.

Still reading the following -




in rotation.

On Hearing Music

Seashell floats upon the shore and
Life is drifting by
A deafening roar
like a broken ship on the waves
of the cosmic ocean.

The sound is standing by
At perception's door
Cymbals dance like flies
Saxophones wail as the march
Of time is broken.

No mere rubato of incidence
Can shatter this emotion
Shards of percussive desire
Cannot extinguish this musical fire
That we musos call jazz.

A thought

If you are a Trekkie fan or not, I had this thought.

Vulcans live long around 200 - 300 years. If we, homo sapiens, had that longevity, would we consider war and such like as illogical?

Would we become better humans?