Lyrics We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won As we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly Into the mystic And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home, mmm mmm
The early sign was the long queue of cars coming from Whole Foods North down Broad Street—next, the congested lot at the Amazon market. Inside, the express lines of prepared foods and customer service were snaking around, and tempers, at 4:40 PM, were resigned but positive. North Point Kroger is closed, except for the HT pharmacy, so the congestion does not stretch to North Point. A NOAA Category 4 escalation was enough to trigger memories of past Hurricanes in the 3’s and 4s that wreaked havoc on our Elms, Oaks, and power lines along Broad and throughout our tree-lined city.
The Silvia Perez Cruz voice: plaintive, lush, passionate, unbridled, aloft, soaring, lyrical, redolent of love lost, conquer, sadness, history. The terra firma, air, and water of Spain! We are justifiably held in abeyant amor. Forgive the lurid, purple prose as it seems justified in this case. Love; the art transcendent. Silvia Perez Cruz suitors get in line behind the Durham Cool team.