Le Soleil que c’est bon
Quand il vient me brûler la peau
Je suis bien, étendue
Sur le sable fin taute nue
Le Soleil que c’est beau
I’m a bit late this month. Life’s been busy, and good. 2023 is the yin to the 2022 yang. It’s the middle of winter now, and the sun has banished last year’s rain with spectacular fashion. Ocean swims are still a near-daily activity. Many of this month’s tunes, perhaps written for summer, aren’t all that out of place – singing of the sun and swimming to the sounds of steel drums and Cuíca-driven tropicália. Enjoy.