My senses all bend toward each other in graceful arcs, like they are bowing their respects to each participating faculty: participating in the great unifying act of my worldly perception.
I like having 5 senses. I like the conversations they have with each other. They reveal each moment to be pregnant with as much as you are ready to take in, and then some. Wiggle your toes. Shh, listen.
If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.