I learned about this format from another slicer yesterday, and I
thought I could post this much earlier, but got sidelined by my phone going
dark. But I don’t want to slice about that. Here’s a more upbeat slice. The format is 5 things I see, 4 things I hear, 3 things I feel, 2 things I smell, and 1 thing I taste.
In Central Park
I see auras of golden forsythia soaring upward.
I see yolky daffodils, lemony daffodils, competing for who’s prettiest.
I see bedrock rising from the earth.
I see vacant playing fields anticipate warmer weather and baseball players.
I see glass spires and terraced apartment buildings girdle the park.
I hear distant swoosh of traffic on the road transversing the park.
I hear the distant buzz of construction drills.
I hear an ambulance siren speeding to someone’s aid.
I hear the internal hiss of tinnitus that accompanies me.
I feel the chill brush of a March breeze.
I feel the stout wood of the green bench I sit on.
I feel the bristly fur of a passing dog I do not pet.
I smell the moisture of earlier rain, perhaps lurking for later.
I smell the tang of gasoline from a gardening vehicle or those cars on the transverse road.
I taste oncoming spring.
I’m participating in the 14th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two Writing Teachers. This is day 31 of the 31-day challenge. It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to slice about. Join in!