Five Senses Friday Number 31

See:
• There have been beautiful nights of crimson sunsets this week
• Thousands of crows roost in North Adams, and I saw them circling and resting in a tall tree on Main St. Thursday evening. To me it was breathtaking, though no one else around seemed to notice
• Long white Yeti fur covering my black pant legs. A small inconvenience balanced by a thousand moments of utter cuteness.


Hear:
• The roar of fire catching in the wood stove. The rattling of November's wind through dried leaves and the tall cornstalks I used to decorate the front door. The wreath of dried branches against the window knocking all afternoon, like a ghost.
• Water on the moon?!
• Only very random people talk to me about my mom during the week. An older gentleman at the gym, the Vietnam vet who works at our town recycling center, the IT guy at work. I don't have good news for them.


Taste:
• Early, local Thanksgiving last Friday
• Tonight: Bulgogi: Korean Marinated BBQ beef — lettuce wraps, white rice, pickled vegetables, miso paste and kimchi
• A lunch packed by J, in a special "m heart" lunch bag no less. What's in there? A natural turkey and provolone sandwich on fresh bakery bread, a local apple, a peanut butter protein bar, and some chips, something I would never in a million years pack for myself but am happy to discover in the bag
• Bagels and lox, though the bagels available here don't really deserve to be called bagels. They should be called "stalegels."


Smell:
• Walking in North Adams last night, I swore I could smell cotton candy
• Green apple dog shampoo
• New leather boots, in expectation of winter


Touch:
• Dog fluff
• The heft of a new book