OUR FIVE SENSES
sense of sight
- In the distance, a sail boats catch the soft breezes that cross the lake and canoeists glide quietly past.
- Sitting in a creaking wooden rocker, I look through the gauzy wire screen into the back yard.
sense of smell
- The sweet scent of sun block wafts through the air from sunbathers lying on the beach.
- A slight breeze wafts the tempting aroma of grilling hamburgers toward me.
sense of taste
- Further down the street, Julie's younger brother, tortured by curiosity, licks the cold icy metal pole.
- Giant goose bumps formed on my tongue when I accidentally bit into a sliver of lemon.
sense of hearing
- From the top of a pine tree, a mockingbird scolds.
- In the distance, i hear the sleepy drone of a neighbor's mower.
sense of touch
- Grandmother lurched over and grabbed the pale skin of Randal's thin forearm with her leathery hand.
- My cat pads out to join me as I scoop her warm furry body into my arms as she rumbles her approval.