I never want to forget this

If we were not human, would we know what taste, smell, sound, and sight? And if we lost touch and only retained conscious, are we still human? Or just a mind without experience?

Let me not then forget the taste of:

  • sweet mango over jasmine rice coated with gooey coconut milk
  • sour mango or crab apples laced with pepper, salt, and sugar
  • salty bacon paired with everything from egg sandwiches to homemade pasta
  • the crunchiness and chewiness of a freshly baked French baguette
  • the rich and soothing chocolate that melts away time

Let me not forget the smell of:

  • the aromatic roasted garlic and onion
  • summer rain before rain has fallen
  • sizzling bacon beckoning me into the kitchen
  • sweet, sweet Concord grapes while apple picking

I never want to forget the sound of:

  • the sound of leaves rustling in the wind
  • the owl’s night hoot chased away from bird’s morning melody
  • the ocean lapping against the shore
  • the crickets playing nature’s instrumental night lullaby

I never want to forget the sight of:

  • blue skies, black skies, papaya sunset, yellow mornings
  • the ocean meeting the sky at horizon’s end
  • white cirrus clouds and dark cumulonimbus clouds
  • loved ones, family and friends, mankind’s wonderful invention, architecture and art

I never want to forget the touch of:

  • air on my skin
  • holding hands
  • hugs and kisses
  • tongues and fingertips
  • hair and skin
  • trees, rocks, and water
  • life