Your very own, radio

Even in the urban intensity of a Miami, and with a plethora of ways to “access content”, there is still the oasis of the radio late at night. It is live, solitary, singular. Like reading a book, it is where your mind takes you. Just a few minutes ago I flipped on the local jazz station and drove on A1A, a road along the Atlantic, not far away in miles from South Beach, but a universe away in feel. Just listening to the tinkling of the lone piano, the rich voice of the lounge singer. The cool breeze and the iconic moon over Miami. Radio. You. Calming. Limitlless.

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