Taste: champagne punch and pistachios Sight: the black ears of the shadow wolf dog; the purple flower with the velvet cone and pointed petals springs wide in early spring Sound: your mother sobbing; rain patters down on the roof Touch: spring rain showers Smell: woodsmoke; caramel coffee; waffle sugar cone coffee; hamburger-stale chemicals and stagnant breath Extra: " Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death's great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair? By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies." — Anna Akhmatova Grateful for: spring