Sight: a golden November day, golden leaves, a roof of gold leaves, golden leaves along the creek trail
Sound:
"I belong here where the world endsSmell: dog urine and feces
I belong here where the world bends
I belong here with the waiting
With the haunted.
With the never seen I belong here with the faithless
We are no one we are nothing at all"
— Pray for the Pain You Serve, Gary Numan
Touch: a wrinkled nose; llama whiskers, llama kisses
Extra: feeling sanguine; car rides;
"And it was a sunny day and my joy/didn't fit within me." — "I Had Not Seen It," Pablo Neruda Book of Twilight
Grateful for: everything, everyone; Mikey, Azura
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