Heightened Senses
There is something magical about a Sunday morning sunrise. There is a calmness that exists in this quiet time, and I love being outside to enjoy it. I was able to catch it cresting over Winterhurst Ice Arena this morning.
I have always gotten up early on weekends. It is a curse (or a blessing) of my entire Daso immediate family. I bet my Mom, Dad and two siblings were all up by 6:30 a.m. this morning. As a result, most of my Sunday streets have been completed before any of my kids have gotten up (I guess the curse didn’t pass on to them).
As I was walking down Emily today, I also noticed that all of my senses seem heightened during this quiet hour. Emily is a short “J” shaped street running from Warren Road to the north-end of the Winterhurst Ice Arena parking lot.
- My sense of sight noticed the long shadows I was casting, a perfect opportunity for a shadow-selfie.
- My sense of touch felt the frozen dew on a tree lawn and realized it was slick as butter.
- My sense of hearing heard the birds calling for mates and the rhythmic rolling of my rubber bike tires against the pavement.
- My sense of smell picked up a scent of bacon cooking inside someone’s kitchen – making my stomach grumble.
And that brings me to the final sense – taste. Well daffodils, crocuses and hyacinths are all toxic to humans, and I wasn’t looking forward to eating grass. Then I came to a cherry tree in full blossom. A quick Google search said the petals were safe to eat raw in small quantities, so I indulged. They were actually quite enjoyable, and I even read they are supposed to make my skin soft and supple. I can only hope.
