My senses are stirred.

*Winter songs played through open windows while warm spring winds sweep low to the ground blow white petals and dust.

* Maya's pink tongue licking drops of condensation off a water glass.

* Feeling so inspired by music, the smell of wysteria, rainstorms, tropical weather--but still creatively impotent. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

* Dresses and dirty bare feet.

* Cucumbers + dill; tomatoes + basil; brie + dry red wines; lavender-infused chocolates.

* Cool showers, cool sheets, cool ceiling fan breezes.