In the wee hours of the morning
When walking and listening to Nature's calls is vetter than any gym
Sensations and scents in the kitchen
Lyrics that can be tweaked though sometimes leaving them be seems right
An unplanned for treat on a stormy day
Eavesdropping and ideas just come forward like falling stars
You are talking to me
Taking it in and digesing what to do as you craft and play with it
It speaks to me