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.
" We'll all have chicken 'n dumplings when she comes...." ( 4th stanza , She'll be Coming 'Round the Mountains, ...