Sunday, April 23, 2017
sticking my nose where it belongs
into the lilac bush
and the misty morning air
into the orange
and my grandson's sweaty
"And the world itself - can I have been unhappy, living in Paradise? What keen, tingling sunlight there was! The mere smells were enough to make a man tipsy - cut grass, dew-dabbled mosses, sweet pea, autumn woods, wood burning, peat, salt water. The senses ached. I was sick with desire; that sickness better than health."
C. S. Lewis, in Surprised by Joy