We’re hitting one of those wonderful times in New Mexico. After snow, before flies. Gardening time for those intrepid enough to risk a late frost. Nights above freezing, days in the sixties. Often clear enough to name the stars. And the afternoons perfect to leave the back door open.
But there are still things I miss about California. One being the availability of theater. Our little house was about half an hour away from the theaters downtown, and many of the civic centers had their own playhouses. This is where I first saw CATS, and was mesmerized. Especially by this song:
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is…”
In this this world of racing about, texting, calling, messaging, sometimes we forget the magic of touch.
Look, a new day has begun