the simple gifts of life

ok, i need a break.

today's been a good day. i've been working [writing-proofreading-writing] all day, every minute and that's good. but now i need a break.

anyway, i was just thinking, i'm a very 'sensitive' person. not sensitive as in easily hurt/take-everything-personally kind of sensitive but more of a, very "sense-heightened" person.

i remember everything i smell, see or touch very easily. as i was proofreading this totally unrelated article, i thought of a friend's cologne. he was the guy i traveled with to bangkok recently. i haven't seen him for a while, so i thought of him.

i'm not just a vision kind of person. thinking about him, i can actually recall the scent of his cologne, as he sat beside me for five consecutive days; his face, his voice and even his general appearance/dressing. his name alone, brings to mind his favoured cologne, colours of clothes, voice and jokes. not just him, but anyone else.

i'm also the type of person who misses a friend/relative/loved one and will think about them if i don't seem them for a while.

so yes, i remember another one's cologne. i also remember that other person's smoke-infused 'air'. that friend's voice. a girl friend's touch. a loved one's tenderness.

aren't our senses such a blessing? most times, we take it for granted. we barely bother registering the fact that we can see, smell, touch, hear and taste. but really, i thank god i can.

aromas ... colours ... spiciness ... sweetness ... silky touches ... soft whispers.

aren't they all the simple gifts of life?