Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The Winter of TWO-OH-NINETEEN.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....The Winter of 2019.


THEN was the Winter of our discontent. The lake of Life seemed frozen, the sedge had withered. The passing of Heroes, Icons, faithful domestic traits, the FULL conversation, not-Nano-tweets or the action or Posed Classic Photo as opposed to the SELFIE which laid any Proletariat, at least well-dressed, to rest!
ALL-Hallows Eve, all Hallows-Gal whose once secret, subtle, perchance to UN-wrap, genitalia, gone with the breeze, IN-flight of Fashion upon which alights a quick-witted, usually penniless Usurper to salivate upon her delusion of delights. Perhaps every daughters-father already knows...
OH!!! OMG. The Winter of NINETEEN... or in TIME, not a quarter Century old, yet culled in Time-s wistful breeze, the Winter of our discontent to LONG times, Time-s Traveller, now lost amongst the reeds... and the wailing of migrating birds, late in season, yet to come...


c2019,davedelacroix. Sciacca-Sicily-Jan.9th.,2019