Friday, January 24, 2014


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

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