Filling Up Your Story With the Five Senses

Yesterday seemed more like March than April in Chicagoland. The southern winds kicked up a lot of debri and flower petals fell from the crabapple trees like a pink and white blizzard.But one thing I noticed most of all was the scent of lilacs.Immediately, I was back in grade school on an unusually humid and warm spring day. The heady scent of lilacs filled the classroom ...