The OTHER four senses…

March 17th, 2014


The soft pitter, pat of dog paws hit the roughness. Your father’s foot taps in a calm, consistent beat.  The high pitch bubbling laughter of your sister blends with the rustling leaves and hymns of songbirds. With each breath, grilling meat drifts in and out of your nostrils, your lungs.  And the breeze, smelling of fall and hot dogs and nature, shifts, brushing your skin, raising tingling bumps on your arms.

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