I can hear the water lightly sloshing up on dry land.
The fall breeze marries well with the last of the summer sun on my face.
My brain works overtime, planning and organizing, while my senses enjoy the quiet nature, and my body naps.
The January chill makes my bones cry as I crawl out from under my warm blankets. My brain plans and organizes while my senses are offended by the multiple cleaner smells, and my appendages move to the pulsating music, as they scrub every surface in the house.