Taste: an assault of butter, fortifing winter fats that linger on the tongue
Touch: a thick seat cushion, sinking into a roomy chair
Smell: a sweet, spicy stench on the front porch, the neighbors are cooking pork sausage or Kimberly-Clark is polluting again
Sound: Tom Shear's voice rises out of the depths and shimmers, there's peace and power like an arching whale
Sight: gliding over the water and seeing the rocks below through the light green shallows, a bird's view, a bright blue day across the ocean, this is like an amusement ride: taking the Sounder home along the bay on a Friday afternoon
Extra: the cliche of a classic anxiety dream; and busy, anxious but with a half smile
Touch: a thick seat cushion, sinking into a roomy chair
Smell: a sweet, spicy stench on the front porch, the neighbors are cooking pork sausage or Kimberly-Clark is polluting again
Sound: Tom Shear's voice rises out of the depths and shimmers, there's peace and power like an arching whale
Sight: gliding over the water and seeing the rocks below through the light green shallows, a bird's view, a bright blue day across the ocean, this is like an amusement ride: taking the Sounder home along the bay on a Friday afternoon
Extra: the cliche of a classic anxiety dream; and busy, anxious but with a half smile