I took these within minutes of each other ... same tree, same sky. And yet... not the same at all!
look like? crows sitting on a power line
sound like? a playground filled with squealing children
smell like? the loose powder my grandmother used to powder her nose
taste like? a cherry tomato right off the vine
feel like? a cool breeze after an uphill hike
Thank you, Jenny! You're a poet!! Happy November, all.