marveling ~ in awe as our black cat inks so silently down the stairs, how does she do that?
smelling ~ (in my memory, my mind's nose?) over-ripe summer fruit as we whipped past the (empty) fruit stall on the motorbike just after dark yesterday
seeing ~ with love, how my man's brow has unfurrowed after two weeks of summer holidays
feeling ~ apprehensive about both girls starting new schools soon, yet knowing they handle these things so much better than I
hearing ~ their giggles as they get their bedtime story upstairs, the grebes still clucking on the lake, the rhythmic sloosh of a boat passing, the last few hours of this special holiday time ticking, very slowly, by.