Sensory Language-Erin Walker

I miss the summer right now. I remember fire trucks and ice cream, soccer whistles and wilting tomato plants. I remember cats sneaking under crawl spaces and laying across fences like beaten rugs. I miss the incense and candles on the family altar, sending that deep smoke all around the house in spirals. I remember sandpaper patches and warm cotton sheets. I remember bells and trees and popsicles I miss them all, but mostly I miss the energy. I remember wind chimes blowing on the porch and cloud watching underneath the walnut tree. I remember silk flowers sitting on the kitchen table and cold pasta sitting in the fridge. I miss the tiny pile of wood stacked next to the garage, diminished by the cold seasons. I remember we were too afraid to go near it in case we knocked one off and sent the rest falling like rocks in an avalanche. I remember some mornings we would eat nothing but fruit, usually bananas, but still have plenty of energy for the rest of the day. I miss being in such good health and good spirits. Clouds, walls, cats, fences, trees Flowers, smoke, wood, incense, candles Tomatoes, bananas, cucumbers, pasta, basil Trucks, bells, whistles, falling rocks, chimes Silk, wool, sandpaper, cotton cloth, cold