five-sense Friday

This week has been a study in contrasts. I have been...

seeing: massive snowflakes, broad as Turkish coffee cups, earlier in the week, dancing outside the window; this morning, the flakes are tiny, like little pin-points of white

hearing: the quiet of library study during the days; the raised mingling of friends' voices at night

smelling: very little in general, with a stuffy nose; and at points, the glow of lemon bread baking in the oven, or the early morning promise of a day

tasting: brown rice and baked vegetables last night, simple fare; but also lovely cakes and cookies and pastries and cheeses at various events

feeling: bone-deep cold outdoors, and then enveloping warmth indoors: repeated, and repeated, and repeated.