Soothing Interlude

I don't know about anyone else, but I've about had it with the mad rush and the Christmas feeding frenzy. I want to be somewhere warm and soothing clutching a drink with an umbrella in it. This is the closest I can get at the moment, the least frenetic poem every written about Mexico, from Donovan, Sand and Foam.



...and the simple act /of an oar stroke /put diamonds in the sea....

We'll get back to regularly scheduled programming eventually.