you know how certain people have extra sensitive senses? for example, i have a friend who can detect different scents and be taken to a completely different time-a memory from long ago. well, as i was walking home from work yesterday, briskly trying to avoid any rain, i started to think about what my sensitive sense might be.
imagine if you were:
sensitive to sight: and every time that you looked at a tree you saw not only green, but layers and layers of different shades of green, and hints of blue underneath giving the green a more vibrant and vivid hue. the sky wasn't just blue, but it was like looking into a saphire gem stone, radiating a glowing light. when you looked at the person you loved, there would be something special about their skin, their hair, their eyes, where you could see past all imperfections and it was as if they were some sort of immortal being.
sensitive to smell: and when you smelled a pizza coming out of the oven you could smell each and every specific topping. not just the pizza as a pizza. you smelled the oozing cheese, the crispy pepperoni, greesy bread and peppers. or when you caught a wiff of a stranger's cologne you could tell exactly what ingredients were mixed together to make such a scent.
sensitive to taste: and when you bit into an apple, it was as if there was an explosion happening in your mouth. juicy apple juice would fill your mouth and you might literally drool if you were to open your mouth at the cracks. you could only eat your favorite food every once in awhile, for fear that this taste would overpower you and you would no longer be able to eat anything else.
sensitive to touch: and when you brushed you hand against a piece of velvet it sent tingles up your spine reminding you that you are alive. or when you hugged your best friend it was as if so much was being said through that simple hug. it was like a lifetime of love and memories were being transferred from you to her in a way that no one else could experience.
sensitive to sound: so when you were sitting in the grass, you could hear the buzz of the ants and worms busy at work below the ground's surface. you could hear your neighbor cry, and your insides yearn for your favorite song.
well, i think that i might be sensitive-but not that sensitive- to sound. there are certain things that i hear that i know that i would miss if i never heard them again.
while i was avoiding raindrops yesterday, the low hum of prayers in a distant mosque reverberated throughout the city. i love that sound and everytime i travel to this part of the world, i am luck enough to hear it on a daily basis. in the mornings and evenings, the sound is projected. i don't know what they are saying, or if they're saying anything at all. and i don't really know the significance. but there is something abou that sound that brings me a sense of comfort.
i get nostalgic when i hear a train's horn blowing in the distance as well. that is for personal reasons that only a particular someone understands, but the feeling is the same. that familiarity brings an overwhelming sense of comfort to me and reminds me that everything is going to be alright.