What are hot? A camp fire flame dancing along the logs, the amber sun scorching the honey sand and the African night air making it so I can’t sleep.
What are cold? An ice berg floating on the empty sea, walking in the ebony streets of London at night and a chilly ice cream straight out the freezer while in the pool.

What are fragile? An old window left untouched for years, a premature baby in a ventilator and a snails shell sitting at the side of the road.
What are silent? A wolf creeping up on its pray, a clock ticking against the wall and a mysterious figure sneaking into the woods.

What is loud? The sapphire sea crashing against the shore, lightning crack align on a stormy day and a busy highway filled with loud cars.
What are shiny? A lonely sea shell glistening on the gold sand, a translucent glass pane shimmering in the canary sun light and the calm sea rippling from the soft wind blowing against it.

What is heavy? big boulders showering onto the dull forest bellow, Big Ben collapsing in on itself during a earth quake and a black hole swallowing a universe at a time.
What is light? A ebony feather flowing down from the marmalade sky, Frost clouds floating past taking away the days and ivory snow hitting my face softly while making a snow man.