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.
This is "me" still attempting to maintain some sort of walking schedule on the slippery snowy ice! One gingerly placed foot at a t...