Taste: freeze-dried strawberries and raspberries strong and tart Sound: Lux, Rosalia; clanging; harp, cello, choir Smell: pine Sight: a buff cat sits beside you; paws; darkness Touch: clamping Intellect, ideas, and dreams: large red frogs; mixing kinds of pasta; "We are creatures built for joy. At the very saddest of funerals, we can hear a funny story about our lost beloved, and, God help us, we laugh. We can stagger out of an appointment where a person in a white coat has given us news we think we cannot bear to hear, and still we smile at the baby in the checkout line...This is who we are the very best of who we are.“ — Margaret Renkl, The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year "Apocalyptic stories always get the apocalypse wrong. The tragedy is not the failed world's barren ugliness. The tragedy is its clinging beauty even as it fails. Until the very last cricket falls silent, the beauty-besotted will find a reason to love the wo...