“Just a passing breeze filled with memories.
Of the golden smile that introduced me to.
The days of wine and roses and you …”
This old jazz stardard seems to have a quality of gratitude even if it’s also expressing nostalgia.
Today, my sweet companion and I walked the neighborhood, enjoying the signs of springs all around us, singing this song.
We sang it with the memories of a wonderful year behind us, all the hope and aspirations of spring ahead of us and the beauty and wonder of a delicate new flower right in front of us.