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Sensuous as silk, the notes slide long and low, playing lullabies, laments, or late night songs for lovers.

Or they rush like a  flock of birds shooting suddenly upward from the fields.

Or they tumble in joy like water over rocks in a winter stream.

But always they’re in motion.  Nothing stands still.

They’re lyrical, these dancing notes, sweeping and soaring as they do.

They hold all sweetness and all sorrow, all winning and all loss; it is the same to them. It is all beauty and filled with love and always, always in motion.

The velvet air brushing against skin cells, breezing through every strand of hair, kissing eyelids.  The thick, sweet nectar of sun-warmed apricots as their flesh gives way beneath your teeth.  The rustle of papery leaves, the sparkle of morning dew.  Gather these.

The dawn’s salmon sun, leaping through pastel clouds.  The glitter of fireflies.  The glint of fishes sliding through a cool silk pool. Take these home with you.

The tinkle of ice cubes in a tall glass of tea; the sizzle of dinner on the grill.  The blanket of stars and the sailing of the moon.  The fragrance of a newly mown lawn, of hay, of clover and roses.  The endless, streaming green of it all, and gardens punctuating the landscape with color.  These are for you.

The air so thick it rises in visible waves from the pavement; the way buildings seem to heave in the heat.  The call of the sandy beaches and laughing waves and basting bodies.  The symphony of birdsong: doves, swifts, robins, tanagers, larks, swallows, gulls.  Paste these in your memory; let them weave into your dreams.

Gather it; drink it.  Let it flow unbridled through every sensuous organ that you possess.  Let it envelope and saturate you.  Feel the lushness of every nuance of color and texture and sound and taste and perfume.  These are the glory days; the seasons’ crown, a gift from the tilting, whirling globe, come to open you and set you free.