Saturday Morning Sensory Inputs

Saturday Morning Sensory Inputs

Seven miles around Salem Lake. No earphones, just foot strikes and…

The path ahead twists and turns, revealing the distant main entrance as I weave my way around the lake. Bare trees stand like sentinels, their fallen leaves creating a mosaic on the ground. The water is neither still nor restless; just moving, like me…

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Sunday Afternoon Sensory Inputs

Sunday Afternoon Sensory Inputs

The cold finds its way to the glass, pressing itself against the warmth inside. The couch cradles me, its fabric soft and unassuming, while my book rests against my chest—words both heavy and light. A lemon candle flickers, casting soft citrus notes into the air, sharp and sweet like a whispered memory.

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