Tactile Pleasures

With the changing of the seasons, and the dying of the warmth, I find myself drawn to the natural philosophical reflections that follow. I find myself thinking about the idea of youth and pleasures. And that leads towards the inevitable notions of perpetual sensuality and the tactile joys. It seems that since the beginning, I have needed to immerse myself in a scene. I have needed to feel the wind, sense the sun, and sit and allow the vibrations and sounds of the place to carry me along the current. It’s not new agey. It’s not a flighty manifest your destiny ideal. In fact, I think it’s much simpler. It’s about the peace and contentment and...