On the days that belong to the winter-turning-to-spring cusp, I have a secret passion. I crack open one or two the house windows and, slowly, fill my lungs with the anticpated, treasured promises that are beginning to arrive. Inhaling all of those wonderfully rich fragrances dancing just outside the glass pane, I am renewed.
Like the sweet scent of the quietly unfurling daffodils, curling back their tender green coats to bare the fragile buds within. (breathe deeply...ahhh. Heaven) . Or catch a whiff of newly mown grass as flows through the neighborhood, weaving an invisible path between the cluster of houses. To close my eyes and sense the light breeze as its tendrils slip through the screen to tease my skin. And maybe, just maybe, I catch a tangy hint of a sea breeze swirling in this recipe of richness that nature alone can provide.
To hear the silently whispered message heralding the anticipated change of seasons that has once again begun. To greet with a faint smile these blessings which I embrace gratefully. To find soulful pleasure in gifts so freely given. To me? That is the core essence of luxury. The true definition of priceless.
