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!