Sunshine.  Willing the sunshine warmth to sink into my bones and banish the deep winter chill.  Sunshine.  Bright.  Creeping through the skin of my eyelids, making my closed-eyed world orange, red, white.  Breeze, lifting my hair, movement.  Soundscape.  Bird song: chickadee, woodpecker, cardinal, sparrow, red-winged blackbird, crow.  Well, maybe not song from the crow.  The constant hiss of traffic.  Could be like the constant sound of the ocean but it’s not, so I pretend.  My neighbour practicing his jazzy guitar.  A tablesaw buzz squeal, sirens, my son making laser gun sounds, a variety of wheels going by: bike, car, stroller, wagon.  Distant voices, footsteps.  The presence of my dog, who occasionally reminds me she needs a scratch, with an elbow nudge .  The sound of wings, a beak tapping on a sunflower seed, the rustle of branches indicating a landing.  A banditry of chickadees.  Mental meanderings.  Lost in sensations.