Habitat: the red sun, the red moon; the dry, brown, flattened grass; the tiny bird; playful squirrels ; low hanging fog making the invisible (spiders' webs) visible
Taste: a bean and potato breakfast burrito
Sound: trilling, chirping; ducks nibbling on the wet mud
Sight: the bright green indoor-grown wheatgrass
Touch: laying on the lawn; a tweaked muscle, not being able to raise a leg or lie flat; her head placed on my neck
Smell: a pumpkin spice candle
Extra: the gap sometimes between the way things are and the way I would like them to be
Grateful for: a quiet, green, writing room
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