A Sense Less Travelled

I love the smell of sunsets, like a warm peach pie cooling in the breeze. It surges in it's beauty even as it fades.

Often, I listen to a mountain. In the quiet solitude of the summit, the silent symphony abounds.

Then relish the taste of a memory, subtle savory notes with hints of bitterness or sweet.

Embracing the comfort of accomplishment in the warmth of fresh baked bread.

And watching the beauty of the curious breeze as it finds its way through the trees, swirling, dancing like the currents of the sea.