The tiny things

Oh, the tiny tiny joys. The taste of my lemon lip balm. The heavenly smell of peach tea. The pretty blue of my sweater and its pleasing texture. The feeling of water on my hands. The sound of the dial tone (like the opening chord of a Ravel piece whose name I can't remember). The little round of Babybel cheese waiting in my bag. The mountains across the harbor are being snowy in pink and blue pastels today. It is icy cold outside, but the sun is being pale gold all over everything. Inside, we are being cold and quiet, and I am being anxious. I want to work on the music for this weekend. But at least there is the occassional cry of seagulls as they wheel over downtown. There is the blood moving around in my veins. There is real half-and-half in my coffee.