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 am excessively fond of a cottage; there is always so much comfort, so much elegance about them". ~ Jane Austen "The orn...