Leftover sweets from Sunday brunch.
Feeling
The lightness of a discarded robin's egg, of an abandoned snail shell.
Hearing
Blinds clacking against the window sill, the wind shaking the plum tree at night.
Seeing
Rainbows in sprinklers.
So many roses in bloom I'm reminded of this.
Smelling
Basil seedlings and geranium leaves.
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