There is a coolness in the morning air.
Blowing over my skin – it creates a much different sensation from the damp heat
of tropical summer, the dry roast of a desert, the crisp cold of New England
winter. Here, today, it is subtle like the subtle changes of the everglades
that surround me.
I like subtle more and more. Simple soft and
gentle. Less and less do i want screams, blinding lights, and blasts of
perfumes assaulting my senses, though the gusts of wind recently were an
exception.
My skin hungers for gentle touches and a
simple hug will make me momentarily open my heart to the world around.
Sunk into these simple sensations, i am more
moved to find those who live within me who have left my outer senses’ range. I
can feel my mother’s breath, cooling my fevered skin, and blowing off the
rubbing alcohol to soothe me. I hear my father’s breath in a whisper in my ear telling
me to pay attention to the ducks flaring in their landing in front of our
canoe. So, my skin’s relationship to the cool air today is a simple blessing.
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