My senses connect me to things beyond myself, if I allow myself to feel the emotions they stir.

 

The redness of winter-bare trees and brambles hit by the rays of the rising sun is the color of courage - quiet courage, readiness - gentle courage, protection of the living rather than the rage of a hero incensed by the death of their kin.

 

The dark green of summer leaves smells like sugar and iron, like the sweat of children who love to eat but do not know how to feed themselves - playfulness and hearts that flutter until the rest of the body protests.

 

A warmth envelops my heart when I hear a storm rolling in as I stand by the water. The air grows damp, I drag my feet against the gravel and breathe in the salt and petrichor.

 

I feel the object of my deepest love draw near, I feel it well inside me, my body fills with blue flames and my blood turns to gold ink.

 

The cold waves crash against my back and I am absorbed into all I perceive by the grace of my consciousness.