There is this … feeling-
Like the aroma of a freshly baked pie.
No matter what surrounds me,
my heart sits up and my mouth smiles.
My mind pauses in the moment.
The time is still.
In the swirl of the sweet warm air,
from behind crowds,
those places that are between us,
dissolve.
Our eyes connect,
a sultry smile beams toward me,
with disregard of all that is around,
except perhaps the need to find a fork.
The pie waits …
In All Our Years ™ 