At just the right moment, sights align for longlife

Taste: bean sprouts and jalapeno; cashew cream and date nut crust
Sight: BLOOM - billowing pink roses; a silver pink sunset across the water — the view from the hospital beds; a horrifying, offensive plate of cholesterol at a fund-raising breakfast
Sound: neuropathy; "Where do you get your protein?" by Vegan Smythe; all of the 80s in one afternoon
Touch: foot cramps; numbness; tingling  
Smell: suntan lotion on bare shoulders after a day by the sea
Extra: Quan Yin, Mother of Compassion; “Grief is but the price of love,” Marc Bekoff; telomeres and Elizabeth H. Blackburn recipient of The Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine 2009;

a tourist bus stops outside of old ruins beside the ocean, there is rumbling in the water and a ruin from beneath the ocean begins to rise, worn red-brown bricks, they form a face and there are holes throughout, a final jolt of earth forces the seawater forward and it creates a sprinkler, beads of water shooting through the holes in the face a beautiful pattern, a dark-skinned boy in a loose sky blue shirt stands right in front of it in that moment and spreads his arms wide in the spray of the ruin and sea in the bright sun, the look on his face ecstatic, a spectacular moment to photograph, on the tour bus back the photographers talk about how they missed it, contentment, ease — a dream;

"Confronted by the uncouth specter of old age, disease, and death we are thrown back upon the present, on this moment, here, right now, for that is all there is. And surely this is the paradise of children, that they are in the present, like frogs or rabbits."
— The Snow Leopard, Peter Matthiessen

Grateful for: dreams