I can think of no better start to a quiet Sunday morning than ambling (almost flaneuring) along with you and your thoughts, your senses and especially your words.
Bill, what a joy to be part of your Sunday morning, to hopefully give you a glimpse of the light at the end of the winter tunnel up there. A true treat to share words with you. Merci for reading, always.
I can think of no better start to a quiet Sunday morning than ambling (almost flaneuring) along with you and your thoughts, your senses and especially your words.
Bill, what a joy to be part of your Sunday morning, to hopefully give you a glimpse of the light at the end of the winter tunnel up there. A true treat to share words with you. Merci for reading, always.