Smells Like Memories
Around this time of year, I usually smell spring coming.
Two or three weeks ago, I was sure that I smelled a spring rain shower, only to step outside and find a clear sky.
It hasn't smelled like springtime for the last week or so. Strangely, it's not the cold, dry, winter smell either. This is some kind of in-between smell, I guess. I don't recognize it at all; which must be another way of saying it's a smell I'm used to after a few weeks of +/-1°.
This post is brought to you by an attempted paper on continental philosophy and literary criticism.
1 comment:
it is funny how you can smell things hey, I love the smell of rain. It is comforting to me for it reminds me of home.
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