It's so very Florida. I find myself silent here. I've waited for this. The warmth from their skin turns January golden. The best way to start a new year. As I transition and transport to the other south, I beg this south to follow. As a new year starts, an entirely different year is only just about to begin. I tingle with everything. I hope it to be a beautiful blur of exactly this. Farms. Groves. Food growing where it should and how it should. With beautiful intention. With place. With history. Organic as the air is fresh. Last year was blurred with beautiful experiences. My love, it blossomed for this. This state, it's fruit, the photographs, memories and kindred souls have been good to me. Two weeks left, and so much citrus to eat. I'll start here. Among this grove.