Audio: “The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world’s on fire how about yours
That’s the way I like it and I never get bored.”
(My son singing the lyrics to Smash Mouth’s All Star, of which he knows every word.)
Visual: Two newts in the stream, orange underbellies exposed, coiled around each other while one grasps a stick for dear life
Olfactory: Gracie’s morning breath
Kinesthesia: The almost-not-there fluff of whip cream balanced on my finger
Flavors: incomparable taste of cold water on an 80 degree day
The Unexpected: Zed’s hand on my leg while he watched the puppet show, like he used to do when he was two
