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An empty room, no light to see,
Can bring a small fright to me.
It's not the darkness I fear,
My love for you is to be near,
So talk we can do, so easily.

Write the words down, they really matter
As they spill from my head and do clatter,
Down to the paper, of a journal I use,
To capture my thoughts and to peruse
All the words that are part of this kind
That only I hear, inside of my mind.

It is sunny; in creeps the night
To create the time, we call Twilight.
A time to reflect upon events today,
Some we will remember, most go away.

I'm talking to you. I hope you relate,
But I was thinking of a terrible date.
I was young and this was my first one,
That I was so nervous, I was close to undone.
My speech was full of words and stammer,
Felt like I'd been hit with a hammer.
Stumble, I did but in a literal sense,
Thus was my adventure and first romance.

Your strength is amazing,
My dearest of friends.
Your positive statements
And encouraging ways,
Provide me with comfort
And that I contend,
Is the great strength,
You've provided to me
Will last for an eternity.
My love to you JoAnn

Internal feeling are the light,
Flickering, dimming, in the night.
Try I must to stay here close,
Although my feelings are morose.

By 4:50 on a Wednesday night, the line stretched down the block and around the corner at JuneBaby. Whispers of turkey legs fried in oxtail fat spread from patron to patron. When the door finally opened at 5:01, the street was flooded with the savory scent of braised meat.

The line wasn’t new. It’s a regular occurrence in Seattle’s quaint Ravenna neighborhood. After all, Chef Edouardo Jordan won not one, but two James Beard Awards in 2018 — Best Chef: Northwest for his nearby restaurant Salare and Best New Restaurant for JuneBaby....

Review originally published in GrnTea February 2019

Windy blowing snow
Drifting over the Daffodils
Tranquil serenity