week of mar 18th: write a piece in which you blend two physical senses. maybe focus in on the taste or shape of words, or the feel of an old memory. imagine & sink into those sensations and see what comes up.
it happens to be that the song Solar Waltz is the perfect amount of time for my chamomile tea to steep - not too little time, not too much.
that time feels like a pleasant day outside. it's shaped like a bee in a flower field and feels like birdsong. it makes me think of the world beyond my home and the place i'll take in it.
the tea tastes like a particularly gorgeous sunset. it feels like the end of the day and wondering what will happen tomorrow. tucked away in its taste are fragments of memory, a tentative and humble hope for the future.
the sound of the song and the taste of the tea link together in my mind, like the ground and sky.