Late November / January Last Year / Three Quarters of a Bottle of Port

Three quarters of a bottle of port.
Listening to Late November Sandy Denny.
Certain songs.
January 2011, only last year but it feels longer. Remember the cold, that circular walk around the outskirts of Brighton, a certain sense of premonition, sharp air, clear icy breath, and something beautiful and deadly, an undercurrent, and this song reminds me of a friend lost in the March of that year, certain songs like I said...
...i see only smoke from the chimneys arise...