I see. 

I see a thin woman walking away from me. 

I see her red coat twisting and turning behind in the wind. 

I see her burnett curls bounce on her shoulders. 

I hear.

I hear her heels clicking against the sidewalk. 

I hear the sounds of people talking all around me. 

I hear taxi drivers slamming on their brakes. 

I touch. I touch the shoulder of the person in front of me as I rush past them. 

I touch the ground as I run towards her. 

I touch her shoulder gently. 

I taste. 

I taste the air as I run. 

I taste the scents of hot dogs, car exhaust, different perfumes of the people around me. 

I taste her. 

I feel.

I feel sweat start to roll down my back. 

I feel people brush past me with annoyance. 

I feel my heart burst with love when my eyes met hers. 

By Alice Merkel 

"To love and be loves is to feel the sun on both sides." : David Viscott