I love early morning autumn days when things are still green and the breeze picks up --Not my job, not thebreeze.org-- but the rustle of the leaves, like a natural symphony.
I love the scent of the cool air while the sun still shines but doesn't intrude, its main objective to add depth to the leaves and clouds, illuminating the world to the extent that everything feels so very real but doesn't seem like it really could be.
Old Spice says that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory, and while I don't have the science in front of me, on days like this I'm not rejecting such claims, because fond remembrances abound from these soft scents.
The fragrance of the light winds remind me of standing on the sidelines of younger brothers' soccer games enjoying the scenery of a neighboring township, with headphones singing in one ear and maybe an old friend in the other.
The second hand smoke of cigarettes lit have a salty aroma that bring back cities and baseball stadiums visited, and a growing craving for hot dogs purchased from a man with an apron full of dollar bills and quarters.
danwho kissed you on the nose on 09.24.04 @ 06:28 PM [link]
