A TASTE . . .

... left the gym, stepped outside, raised my arms, faced up towards the sunshine and twirled 'round and 'round in the parking lot, not caring who saw me.

... ate lunch outdoors, with the sun on our faces, outdoor noises in our ears.

... drove through town with the windows down and the breeze flowing in and out.

... perched on a bench in the park and watched children play, families picnic, loners read.

... sat by the river, a book open on the table before me, and gazed across the shimmer to the other side, soaking in the pleasurable assault of beloved memories.

... drove home slowly, letting the sun warm my hair and shoulders.

It's fading now and evening's chill is nigh, but I am still full from the day. Spring can't come soon enough.