An Evening Stroll
Taking the little dogs on a walk
around the block.
The smell of the night-blooming jasmine
fills my senses.
The air feels warm and soft
on my skin
A train whistle in the distance
sings of places far and wide -
beckoning me to come along.
A whiff of barbecue floats
on a silent stream of deliciousness.
Ah…West Palm Beach.
How lovely you are in December!