Writing Prompts: Simple Senses

       Just some simple writing prompts today. Nothing to make me think too hard. Courtesy of The Sarcastic Muse.

   Blue tastes like freshly picked berries. Mostly blackberries ironically enough. Strawberries and raspberries but never blue berries. Blue tastes like sweetener. More like Splenda. Half the calories and not as sweet but delicious nonetheless. It tastes like summer. Watermelons, lemonade, some BBQ chicken to give it an extra kick. There's also some bitterness in there. Some salty tears of sadness. It tastes like rain from a summer thunder storm. It goes from warm to cool in seconds. It never stays one temperature ever. Sometimes the taste can send waves of spring through your body then waves of winter when that first frost settles in. Sometimes the taste makes you feel happy. Other times it makes you feel sad. But blue is one of the world's favorite colors and who wants a color that has only one flavor?

    Spring is filled with baby sounds. Bluebirds singing to welcome the day. The running of brooks and streams newly melted. The soft crack of an egg or a chrysalis opening to reveal something new. Newborn lambs "baa-ing" constantly as they stumble on their new legs. The gentle beating of a butterfly wing. The buzzing of bees as they flit from flower to flower. 

    Summer is the loudest. So many laughing voices and angry shouts. The annoying cry of that carousel song that drives one crazy. The roaring waves that crash and beat the shoreline. Sounds of a thousand footsteps making the board walk creak. Tram cars halting and going. Vendors shouting at the top of their lungs trying to con you into playing for a stuffed zebra. The sizzle of chicken and hot dogs on a grill and sometimes the sizzle of one's own skin in the golden unforgiving sun. It's thunder and lightening storms that crack and drum through the gray sky as rain pours down like water from a broken gutter.

    In Autumn the sounds die down a little. The wind whispers through the trees that when you close your eyes sounds a lot like rain. But there's little rain here and when it does it's gentle like a kiss on the cheek. Leaves crunching underfoot and school buses carrying children shrieking and singing. It sounds of chattering teeth as the frost begins to creep in. Yawns that signal it's close to that big sleep of winter...

    Winter is almost a silent season. Mostly it's snores of peaceful dreaming. Other times its howls wake you up at night. But there some good sounds such as the cutting of skates on ice that almost seem to sing. The crackling of wood on fire. The pouring of steamy hot chocolate to warm your bones. Snow crunches beneath your boots despite how soft it is. Snowflakes alone are so soft they don't make a sound when they hit the ground. Fresh snow is like powder making little noise until the frost sets in. 

    Sunshine tastes like berries once baked in a pie. Sunshine tastes like fresh grass in summertime. It tastes like wild strawberries freshly picked and grapes just picked from the vine. Sunshine tastes like salty sunflower seeds. It tastes like stale beer. Sunshine tastes like rain, the kind that goes down smooth once it hits your tongue. It tastes like sugar, sweet and uncut. It tastes like warm baked bread made from scratch. It has the taste of peanut butter that's so thick you need milk to wash it all down. Sunshine has a powerful taste too sweet and raw for some palettes. Pure sunshine is ambrosia.