I have a very associative brain. Songs, books, smells, conversations, pretty much anything I experience takes on a bigger meaning. For instance, I'm listening to Dave Matthews singing Satellite. It makes the world feel very, very large and me just a very small part of a much larger thing. On the other hand if you're in a relationship, especially one in trouble, Ani Difranco's song, Both Hands, can make you feel like you're wrapped up tight in the smallest of universes.

Smells bring about some of my sharpest. I know what cedar smells like and I can identify it at a thousand paces. I won't say "that's cedar", I'll tell you a story about Ohio's great amusement parks...the ramps up to the entrance of every ride is made of cedar planking and it's often wet. There is nothing better than the smell of wet cedar unless it's almond oil...but that's a story we won't get into.

The smell of anything being cooked with cinnamon can bring me to tears. My mother used to wake me on Sunday mornings with the smell of cinammon swirl bunt cake.

Finishing this today, had to walk away from it last night. I'm very visual but I always need it in context. Show me a picture of a mountain and I begin examining the picture not the subject. Show me a moutain and I'm yours forever *g*.