five-sense Friday

It's one of those Fridays where the sky is blue blue blue and I feel sleepy. Let's be honest, too. I feel worn out and achy and overwhelmed. But while the purpose of this weekly practice is not to paint my world through rose colored glasses, it's also not to whine. It's an exercise in attention.

And so I will pay some.

seeing: blue blue blue sky; painters in coveralls across the courtyard, prepping an apartment for new tenants; a mason jar full of golden peach jam gifted by the mother of a dear friend

tasting: said jam on toast; anticipation for feta cheese at lunch

smelling: late-summer candles in late-summer fragrances

hearing: Debussy, my old friend

feeling: the best temperatures, the softness of a cushion, the raspy dryness of my autumn-reaching hands