Maybe a Title Will Come to Me

Maybe not.

This is me, at the Jazz Cat after a rather long day in both lives. There were good friends here. Friends who don't ask why I'm not dancing. Friends who are happy just being in the same room with me, even when I'm grumpy.

The photograph tells the story. The mood is perfect. The art deco bar, the deep blue colors and the singer's portrait in the corner set a tone. As does the iconic tree of lights.

I'll quit now, because a picture is indeed worth a thousand words.

HJ