Hearing. It is one of the five senses we as authors are extolled to use in our stories. It is my most sensitive one. It is what I first use on waking, listening for the wind or rain, for vehicles on the road that give me an idea of the time - there goes the builder, the stock truck - and for the birds. Many of my memories of places I've visited are encased in sound. Like the crows on the roof in Vancouver, the horns on the streets in Hanoi, waves crashing on the beach of the West Coast. In romance we listen for the quickening breath, the softened voice, the innuendo.
My second strongest sense is smell. Although having just set off the smoke alarms for burning the toast I wish my nose had acted a little quicker. My chooks have my nose twitching in a bad way but I love the smell of freshly dug carrots or the scent of flowers in a vase on the table. I drive the family crazy with comments like "something stinks in here" and then going on a forage, often coming up empty handed. I blame my mother. I swear she could smell a hidden bag of lollies from a hundred metres. Then there was the night she came home and immediately said, "Good, did someone make fudge?' I "found" it in the laundry cupboard where I'd hidden it from my brother. Perfume. Can't go without it. And heroes always get a whiff of apples, or citrus or some exotic scent.
Taste is great. All those wonderful flavours of so many different foods. Yum. I love cooking and especially love eating, and yet this isn't how I remember places or events as much as by sound and smell. Isn't it fun to have characters falling further in love over a delicious feast?
The eyes. I could not go without seeing the sky, the sun or even the rain. Sight is also the way to read people, their body language, the clothes they wear, their facial expressions. It's the same for our heroes and heroines. People often fall for someone at that first glance. Something about a face, an expression, the eyes. Then there are those who see that sexy body and then they feel it.
The fifth sense - touch. Soft, hard. Smooth, rippled. I'm talking muscles of course.
Imagine walking along the beach without being able to smell the salt, hear the waves, feel the sand in your toes, taste the freshest air, and see the hunky males strutting their stuff. Nah, I can't.
Which senses are you aware of the most?