When I was young, I remember vividly sitting with friends, talking about nothing in particular – and while we were talking, I’d see a picture of my friends and me in my head. I’d mentally describe the room, the table, our clothing, and I’d pick out a subject in the conversation that I could focus on. Someone would laugh and instantly I’d think, Her laugh sounds like … fill-in-the-blank. Tinkling over stones. Like a stream in spring. A bleat…like…a baby goat. A donkey’s bray. I could get so...