Senses Sensing Summer

I always wanted to write the 5 Senses that dearest Liz does so well. I think of it every day and tonight all my senses were intensified. The first day of summer. The sun just setting near 945, darkness falling quickly at 10p. Streets alive with kids roaming around with a new sense of freedom. It is comforting to know some trends never change. When I was in high school we would hang out at Dairy Queen on hot summer nights. Sitting on the hoods of cars, laughing, joking, being together. I noticed a group of kids hangin' in the QFC parking lot, doing much of the same and giggled to myself. Remembering what it was like not to have any heavy burdens weighing on me. The freedom of youth.

{see}
Kids, laughing, together, being kids.

{hear}
A small dog barking in a back yard as I headed home.

{smell}
The air full of a combination of perfume, the sweet, resin frangrance of cedar trees and roses at my friends house.

{taste}
A little touch of vodka infused with lemon liquer.

{touch}
Touching an old piece of a Yew, having been honed into a mantel with the rough outer dark maroon bark visible, ready to be hung in my friend's house.