The scent of the elderly woman's lavender perfume trailed after her, staying with Dean as he made his purchase.

The large planes flying overhead shriek and rumble, making so much noise that I can't think straight until they're gone.

Richard particularly prizes sea glass because he loves its frosted green appearance.

They stayed up late to watch the bright streaks of shooting stars crossing the sky.

She enjoyed the crinkle of the paper as she filled in, erased, and replaced the numbers.

She loved listening to the vibrating, buzzing tones of sitar music.

Picking up a forkful of the strange stuff, he tentatively tested it and found it delicious - savory and buttery.

Hours after she'd played her oboe, the reed of the instrument left a peculiar woody tang on her tongue, like a faint musical memory.

At one table, the luxuriously soft pelts of beaver, mink, and otter were displayed for visitors to compare.

She took a deep breath as the cinnamon-scented steam rose from the pot.

They have no clock but order their days by the chiming of the bells.

Sadie downed her tart raspberry-yogurt smoothie and headed out the door.

When they entered the front door, the hallway reeked of bleach and disinfectant.

He closed his eyes and let the refrigerator's gentle hum lull him to sleep.