The following piece comes from a writing exercise on the five senses that I did last week in Carrie Newcomer’s “Writing Mindfully” class. 

Amazement looks like a six-year-old girl, twirling ’round, blond ringlets elongated as they spin, arms outstretched, face lifted to the heavens.

Amazement tastes like the warmth of a summer peach, melting on my tongue.

Amazement sounds like the communal breath, held, as the final note of the Hallelujah Chorus rings through the concert hall.

Amazement feels like being knocked onto the living room floor by small children, all clamoring for the first hug.

Amazement smells like nuzzling one’s nose in the neck of a newborn.

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