|
|
|
|
I love the feel of summer days, spring mornings and winter evenings.
The sight of smiling babies, happy toddlers, crones and hot crunchy scones.
Give me the cacophonous sounds of Saturday mornings in Chinatown with its smells of Dim sum dumpling and gardenia tea. I enjoy warm peaches and beaches, ice cream, caramel sauce and cookies too.
Kites and smiles amid flowers, hot steamy showers.
Leaves and trees moved by a soft breeze.
The roll of clouds from an approaching storm
Its roaring thunders and lightning hail and rain.
Eating out Italian, French, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Mexican, Ethiopian and cooking it too.
Art movies, DVD director cuts, fine fiction, shibari, Chagall, Monet and Picasso, small galleries, museums and the zoo.
The crack of the bat, the green grass and a double play.
The two-minute offense and a high flying dunk.
A play or musical, Opera, Symphonies or small bands
Mozart, Beethoven, New age and Jazz.
Weekend trips not far, exploring off road sites as if it were safari. Catch and release Marlin off Baja.
Dreams of a full moon over the minarets of the Taj Mahal
Giraffes peeking into room at the Treetops
Sunsets from beaches and that red rock called Ayers.
Skin and hair, eyes and mouths, necks and ankles.
Beaches and mountains, deserts and plains.
Talks and silence. Life and choices.
|
|
|
|
