Five things I can see: grass, trees, mountains, pumpkins, a woman walking her dog. Four things I can hear: the wind blowing through the leaves, a few birds chirping, a couple in the distance chatting, a car zooming by. Three things I can touch: the wood on the bench, my jeans, the soft fabric of my T-shirt. Two things I can smell: the light hint of Autumn’s perfume and the scent of freshly cut grass. One thing I can taste: the sweet and sour from the margarita I had at Bookers.
