Impermanence. Evanescent.

Ev-an-ESC-ent. I like this word for how it looks, how its enunciation feels.  Evanescent looks, feels, sounds like what it is in the same way orange looks and feels juicy.  The beginning is soft, then moves  sharp to my lip, and vanishes off of the tip of my tongue. Like a scent of perfume, a whisp of smoke from a spark, evanescence is completely present and gone. In the impermanence of life all that vanishes remains once was.