“Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn’t waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.” - Paul Auster
...the ripening of grapes on the vine, the soft lull of bees, the scent of roses in bloom, a hard book in my hand, and the warm sun on my breasts... reading in the garden is a sensual feast.