Each day we see it, feel it, enjoy it and all to often don’t recognize it for what it is, what it gives us. I love the way my fingers react as they glide over the smooth skin of a tomato,
are tickled by the tiny hairs on a kiwifruit,
absorb the heat from a sun-bleached fence,
find the small worn areas of rough stone under a red painted wall,
or sense the coolness of a brass cheek.
Do your toes grip the grit covered stones as your feet feel their way across ?
Do they slide deeper in to the sand, burrowing down amidst the miniscule grains ?
Do you hop from paver to paver or smile as you test the gravel’s cohesion ?
My eyes’ thirst is quenched as the grasses quiver on the sand dunes, the icy satin water sliding over my feet, raising my flesh in answer. The sky competes. Its smooth blue broken as the clouds race each other from one horizon to the other. Ever swirling, changing moods like a model at a fashion shoot, sometimes dropping one wet kiss on my cheek to remind me of their substance.
She has eaten more today on her own. Yippee !!!