Portents and omens: Losses, gains and imminent pains

Taste: mimosa; turmeric orange carrot juice; apricot-pecan pie
Sight: a dead crow; sunlit yellow daffodils, tulips; a turmeric root; a ginger root; a garlic clove; signs of frailty; a limp of pain
Sound: parent's laughter
Touch: a bloated belly, a heavy chest; bony, narrow shoulders
Smell: fresh turmeric; burnt asparagus
Extra: foreboding and how quickly one may find distraction in the future, in foreboding;

 "I now feel at peace with each creature small. So fair and immense is this vault over all" — Northern Lights by Einar Benediktsson  

"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body..." — Walt Whitman, Preface to Leaves of Grass, 1855

Grateful for: mother, father and their good opinion of me, care and concern; she toddled, doomed, across the lawn for months and we were grateful, concerned but unseeing, for this dogged movement