Sounds of nature blend with the sounds of humans.
(Plates clinking as they're being cleared away. Silverware rattling, glasses echoing. Cars driving in the distance, on the highway.
Birds chirping. Owls ... well what do owls do?
Leaves rustling. Birds taking flight, wings flapping excitedly.)
The green landscape speckled with man’s touch : lived-in houses & curated gardens. Roads & cars.
I hear.
Silence. Almost. Only pleasant sounds permeate the air but they suffice to warm my heart and plant a smile on my face.
I see.
Fifty shades of green. Some purple from trees, some yellow from the golden sun as it sets across the pale blue sky.
I smell.
Pine. That intoxicating scent. Or perhaps nut trees? Oak? Maple? Who knows. It is some plant whose odors mix with remnants of tonight's dinner like an expertly dressed cocktail.
I feel.
Rough textures ; the trunks of trees. Smoothness ; perfectly flat streets. A tinkle makes me shiver ; the leaf of a tree.
I taste.
Nothing, except for the sweet taste of summer.