The Taste of Hose Water
It's instant refreshment on a hot summer day. Light or quick, you pick the speed, guzzling mouthful after mouthful before you switch gears from four-square to wiffle ball. The neighbors take their place in line, waiting for their taste at this heavy earthen fountain.
The Sight of Fireworks
Locked and loaded, butt firm against my shoulder. I hold the shotgun steady, gathering my thoughts. Poised, I take aim and call out, 'PULL.' The target, a paint can, hurdles through the air. 'BANG,' a green show flashes in front of us. 'BANG,' next its blue, then purple. Over and over, color after color scatters the landscape, an explosive show in the sky.
The Taste of an Orange
Tossing it up and down, it's food you can play with. Its tough rubbery shell protects it from impact. Pierced by a fingernail the sweetness immediately puts your nose in a stranglehold, filling the room with its fresh aroma. Slice by slice you devour it, savoring the boost to your senses. Your tongue is the focal point, teeth puncturing the fruit, releasing the juices that dance on your pallet.
The Sound of an Acoustic Guitar
An echo; most think of dolphins, shouting across the Grand Canyon, or a loud 'Hello' in an ornate foyeur. I think of fingertips brushing across tightly coiled steel strings, knuckles against a hollow body. This elegant echo builds in the caverns of this wooden box, releasing the most melodious of all reverberations.
The Sound of Bedtime
It's the soft lick as a cat cleans itself at the foot of the bed. The gentle patter of rain against the lights in the next room. A whispering wind circulating the never stagnant bedroom air. The soft, rhythmic whip of a flag flapping outside your window. This is the orchestra of sleep.
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