A picnic in May arises in January recall remembering conversation and watermelon a memory of May we believe connected by time on a line.. On this cold January morning the picnic images appear warming the morning with cheer.. It is a story we place in time separated from our reverie just now.. But on this January morning a startling newness arises: Nothing was lost of the picnic memories-sensations alive color and reveal Happiness in the one I know as I am...