Sighting:
Listening:
My soul leapt while listening to M'appari, Tutt'amor. I had to close my eyes.
Touching:
My soul leapt as my hands scrunched a skein of soft black wool, velvety softness to knit into a pair of fingerless gloves.
I have taken to afternoon walks in the fields along the side of the woodlands. Today I carried along a small pair of binoculars hoping to c...