I carry things around...

Click here to listen to a few tunes that have been animating my time in the UK.

Also, here's something I worked on this afternoon:

I sought a bit of home today
A brief touch of familiar
It's difficult to find here.

Watched an old film last night..
A little touch of familiar
It doesn't seem to be here.

I had forgotten
Of my time on an Island
About the art of the unexpected.

I'm sure
If we don't cry
When we warm both hands before the fire of life,
Were drowsy
At the unveiling.

JS