Heard: The metallic squeal of my neighbour’s very worn breaks, the zipper on my jeans snapping and thumping inside the clothes dryer, the silencing of the hum of electricity during a winter storm, the howling northern wind pummelling the house and made it shudder, an old man coughing after inhaling his final puff from a cigarette, a baby crying outside a photo studio because he didn’t want his picture taken, the jingling crash of shopping carts being collected outside the grocery store, the snapping burst of bubble gum, an old woman sighing with impatience in a lineup.
Saw: a shovel standing alone in a snowbank, a teenager in hightops and hoody shivering at a bus stop, red and white carnations in a vase, Christmas lights hanging off a roof, a white cat running across the snowy road, a young couple kissing, a plastic shopping bag caught on a tree branch.
Smelled: Sour milk, lemons, J’adore perfume, newly popped popcorn, peanut butter on toast, the crisp winter air, the pungent scent of spilled gasoline, a wet dog, vanilla scented candles.
Tasted: fresh blueberry pie, strawberry lip gloss, blood from biting my tongue, the bitterness of an aspirin, sugar and cinnamon, dark roasted coffee, licorice.
Felt: The warmth of a down jacket, the cold of snow and wind on my face, a wet mitten, clean socks, the massage of a hair brush, the throb of a headache, the softness of a dogs fur, the patterned roughness of corduroy.