They are no mirage. It’s a 6.

Why am I compelled to dance when I hear Natalie singing songs en francais?
Why is it I soften and dissolve with the first inhalation of ocean salt air?
Why am I easily lured, held hostage by some books and not others?
Why am I overcome with a sense of freedom at the onset of a road trip?
Why is it “heavy metal” is my happy music?
Fortunate I am for an infinite number of oasis that populate my day to day desert…