A former Sun reader asked me if I could find a column – I think this is the one the reader wanted.
I love
The pink of the dawn
The birds’ morning song
The scent of drew on the grass
Freshly ground coffee
The touch of your skin
And you
In the morning.
I love
The amber light that filters
Though a blind darkened room
The hum of traffic far below
The distinctive smell of city heat
Your hand at the back of my neck
And you
In the afternoon.
I love
The sound of a big band
Hips moving
Bodies in rhythm
Perfume
The taste of white wine
And you
In the evening.
I love
The words of a poem
Spoken aloud
The warmth of a bed
The refuge of sleep
And you
In the night.
Sutton's Place 
Oh, how I love this! And Bill loved the big band era. I will treasure it. Thanks.
Joan, What lovely thoughts you have so cleverly put together. I can see why your reader wanted a copy. Delighted all is going well. Love, Duane
On Sat, Nov 19, 2016 at 1:21 PM, Sutton’s Place wrote:
> Joan Sutton posted: “A former Sun reader asked me if I could find a column > – I think this is the one the reader wanted. I love The pink of the dawn > The birds’ morning song The scent of drew on the grass Freshly ground > coffee The touch of your skin And you In the m” >