Taste: white toast with butter
Sight: bright plumage; red fire
Touch: snow
Sound: cheerful note; like an organ when the bellows are let drop; sonorousness; gently audible movement-fire
Smell: toast
Quotable:
"It is December and we must be brave...The streetlamp beckons the lonely/coyote wandering West 29th Street/by offering its long wrist of light./The coyote answers by lifting its head/and crying stars." — Manhattan Is a Lenape Word, Postcolonial Love Poems, Natalie Diaz
Extra: a well of affectionate gratitude
A jolt of joy: merriment
Grateful for: cozy days at home, dog on lap, book in lap
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