Shel Graves' Sensorium

Taste: mashed potatoes, Shepherd's Pie; dark chocolate, lemon, black pepper Sight: deep yellow full moonlight washing over the black sea as seen through the window of the train; a red-tailed hawk perched upright, sharp-eyed, still in the middle of a lawn talons pressed to the torn breast of a robin; a unicorn backpack Sound: trill, chirp, cheep Touch: a velvet blazer, a silk ribbon Smell: Drakkar Noir Extra: boarding a plane having forgotten to pack Grateful for: escape

Taste: blackberry jam Sight: dancing ; a pink streaked sky; a patterned sky- striated brown vertical shafts intersecting light blue and white horizontal streaks Sound: " Pina -tanzt, tanzt, sonst sind wir verloren"   Touch: cucumber peel, peeled cucumber Smell: when the world smells of oranges; when the night sky reeks of vomit Extra: "I suddenly understood that if every moment of a book should be taken seriously, then every moment of a life should be taken seriously as well." and "If you're good at it and you love it and it helps you navigate the river of the world, then it can't be wrong." — Sherman Alexie, "The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian" Grateful for: many small delights — a tube of lipstick, a cup of coffee