An island beyond the lowlands...
Across the causeway, and out into the Gulf...
The rain falls...
The smell of the marsh rides in on the salty mist,
and I feel blessed in the January rain.
And so it is
that
a little island time
soothes the soul,
even on a rainy January day.
Maybe even more so.
January Blessings
Yaya
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