Not sure how I arrived at this as a writing prompt, but sometimes I do a meditation on the senses, in rotation. Today it summons memories of the week.
Things I:
Saw
So many old buildings with potential, through the fog and drizzle on my way to buy a pie.
Tasted
Sad, sad green beans whose great age had converted the flesh to bean as happens over time.
Smelled
Overcooked pancakes, filling the kitchen with smoke, in a lovely way that reminded me of my dad
Heard
An old friend who recently learned my phone number, calling to say hello. Who uses the phone any more, and how amazing was that?
Felt
The handles on the shopping cart were still warm to the touch when I claimed it from its parking spot on one of my final grocery shops of the year.
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