My mind drifts to the vast array of simple pleasures. Ships in bottles and soda pops. Holding hands or first kisses. A drifting cloud or an afternoon rain storm. A childhood song and the smell of a city. Crushed velvet upon your skin. A long forgotten friendly voice. The simple mechinism of taking a scenic drive. The paralyzing water of an early morning shower. So many simple pleasures. How they strike my heart.
July 5, 2009