sticking my nose where it belongs

into the lilac bush
and the misty morning air

into the orange
i eat

and my grandson's sweaty
little
neck 


"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