It looked like a lush thirsty garden during a drizzly cool change.
It sounded like a deep inhale, followed by an equally deep exhale.
It smelt like a crackling wood fire.
It tasted like fresh nectarines, picked straight from the tree.
It felt like a vintage velvet peacock print kimono.
It was a year of deliciously textured moments, nestled in amongst the lucid bland drama of the everyday.
I am responding here to the fifteenth prompt from #reverb13. You are warmly invited to share your own response below, if you did not have the opportunity to do so in December. Thank you for sharing the journey with me. x