I smell. The chocolaty aroma of warm milo... I savor. The lingering taste of Mr Beans... I feel. The cool gentle breeze pass my cheeks... I capture. The peach-pink clouds across the baby blues... I gaze. The spread of shining glitters on black canvas... I hum. The old melodies of my youth... I love at times...the insignificant. Often neglected, yet precious to one's soul.