. Golden City Funk No snow here, milder feel, what just happened aches for an answer between my old and new aspects; will things ever be as remembered … the gravity of the graveyard vis my gravel pathway of potential, Lady Luck. The Big House: live-in shower, well-stocked library, maintenance staff (a friendly lady from the village who knows the way to my heart and a praxis of the art of tradition and timely rest for all things, a less is more coach) … a daydream? As I said, wait five minutes, and the locale makes all and sundry out to be a storyteller. It’s raining rabid dogs and frigid foxes now, a time for all good men to wrap up someplace intimate, or else have the electric blanket set on deep-fry for the duration. Things never got this dire rolling the Big Sur pearl. .
