Christmas Eve Eve, 2016

Last night, I drove through town in my little Blackbird. Amy Winehouse crooned on about herself and someone named Mr. Jones as I slowly made my way through once-crowded streets. The cold, heavy rain was trying it’s level best to dampen the city’s festive spirit, but, brave lights soldiered on.

Inspired, I took the long way home.

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