Crossing Senses And A Little Bit of Perfect Nonsense

I'm someone who likes to play with words. Finding the exactly right one, placing it carefully, using words to describe things in ways that you wouldn't expect. I'm someone who tends to look at the world sideways. One of the most fun ways to do this is to think of things in terms of different senses. I think by crossing senses, you get a different feel for the meaning.

For example, I like to describe food in terms of things like the weather. Apple cider, freshly pressed and chilled tastes like autumn evening sunshine. That kind of sunshine that's waning but still warm. The kind that you feel when you sit outside to watch the sunset at the beginning of fall. Warm, lingering, and yet with a slight chill. That's the first sip. And when you swallow, you get the sensation of jumping into a crystal-cold pool in the middle of summer after letting the sun heat your skin. It's that almost-shock, the warring sensation between the heat of your skin and the chill of the water.

Or the taste of a ripe peach, just off the tree. It tastes like liquid sunshine.

Or the cranberry bundt cake that my mom makes. It tastes like Christmas. A bit like snow and a bit like green, and a lot of red. It tastes like the magic of Christmas Eve when you're small and the wonder of finding everything changed in the morning. It tastes like hunting for the perfect Christmas tree with your family and playing hide-and-go-seek between the trees. And the almond extract icing on top tastes like holidays and celebrations.

Food is also a unit of measurement for me. It used to take me half a bagel or one muffin to get from Seminary to my high school. And I try to take tests in no more than two wintergreen Lifesavers' worth of time. Three if it's a really hard test.

As I'm writing this, I'm realizing that food seems to be a common thread between all of these because I also tend to describe books according to how they taste. There's a book series that I like where the first book tastes like apple crisp, the second like a savory filled pastry, and the third almost like a molten chocolate cake.

But I really do think about more than food! I mean, I'll have days that are green, pink days, red days and purple days. Hardly any orange ones though. Numbers have colors and letters do too. I think that's why I've always been glad my name starts with an "E"....It's such a lovely light pink that fades into a pretty purple-y color. So words can have color too (although that's less often or it would be too distracting to read) but they especially have feelings associated with them.

So if you're ever talking to me, chances are that something that I say will be what my best friend and I have dubbed "perfect nonsense", that is, the kind of absolute nonsense that makes perfect sense to the people saying it. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a bit about how I view the world-crossed senses and a bit (well, okay, a lot) of perfect nonsense.

P.S. Watch out for an exciting (to me at least) letter coming up (hopefully) in the next day or two!

P.P.S. Someone somewhere someday should use the "I'd be lost without my blogger" line on me. I'd even let it be an exception to my not being a blogger.

In Much Silliness,
Elicia