I love your poem. I was imaging sitting with the sun coming across me and it made me think about going outside. It is a sunny day, but quite breezy and 57. The breeze would make it feel less warm than that though. Still, maybe in a couple of hours when it will be as warm as the day will get, I'll have to go out and feel the sun across my face.

I don't believe time is being wasted when we stop and just feel.