…trees dancing at the flow of the wind: green. …clouds crashing each other: rain. …a delicate beam of sun: rainbow. …our footsteps staying there: sand. The ocean singing unknown languages from all rivers around the world. You heard about the snow dropping into a lake far in the mountains. I…

The perfume smells like my Grandmother. Not as she smelled in recent years when I was an adult, but the way she smelled when I visited her and granddad when I was a kid. That’s a nice memory to explore, but how to use it in my math classes in…