WOW!

Feeling the warmth against my lips again - the ever increasing heat,
the sounds becoming sweeter: deep throaty growling, rising, rising,to

the higher screaming notes; the increasing rhythm; tongue darting in and out.

Wow! After fifty years still got it (perhaps a little too breathless, and maybe not the driving power, but not bad ) -

fifty years on, and I can still knock a tune out of my old cornet.

jazz session  -

raindrops zigzagging

down the window