See: a black poodle and a white poodle growl and writhe as they play tug of war with a knotted rope in the early morning.
Smell: each street has a distinct smell as I ride home- one smells of burnt marshmallows, one smells of a thousand flowers, another smells of grape Kool-Aid.
Hear: my friends play Tchaikovsky, Debussy and Glinka, and they sound amazing.
Touch: I bought some delicious woollen yarn to make into a scarf and purse, and maybe a hat.
Taste: one of my prouder baking moments, a chocolate and orange birthday cake turned out better than expected.