seeing: my room, unpacking messes, letters to be sent sprawled all over my bed.
smelling: the kombucha jars on my shelf, sweetly sour. The familiar home smell.
feeling: the faux leather couch I’m sprawled upon, blanket textures.
tasting: Lemon bubbly water
hearing: the little kids playing outside and sarah in the kitchen chattering to mom. My ‘orange’ playlist.