Senses

Hello,

Today, it's like I finally started living. Started noticing things around me that I would usually have ignored. And I love it.
The first thing I saw was all the frost and ice, turning puddles into cracked mirrors and fading the grass from its usual fruity deep green and dark brown to pale browns, faded yellows and soft greens - almost like pastel. A rather large unfortunate worm had not managed to avoid all the cold, and lay bent on its side, if not dead then dying. But certainly a good meal for any bird struggling to find food who didn't ming eating with a 'hint of mint' or frost. I was drowning in thoughts about the poor creature when I reached school - a little earlier than usual. I realised how the concrete had gone from pitch black to pale grey, and the bright red markings had faded to a pink speckled with grey and dry mud. Some kids were trying to crack a puddle which had frozen over completely: an impossible task. As I walked into assembly I could smell strongly the lovely scent of new sponge balls, and I could taste the metallicness of blood when my gum started bleeding - only for a short time though. When I returned home I noticed how all the trees and bushes had grown immensely since I had last bothered to observe - they were well over my height (I am rather tall compared to others of my age). I realised how the bushes stood out so clearly against their background in the park, how beautiful the inside of a goose's wing was, and how hungry they were judging my their eagerness take some of the stale brown bread I fed them. And I loved every single minute of it all - it was like taking a cough sweet when I had a cold: so fresh and wonderful and new.

Lady Solacia x