The Breeze
I wake. There’s a scent in today. In the breeze, it’s that scent that comes once a year. It’s that scent that carries in its raking across the land, the years of my childhood. It is there. It is reminiscence. I breathe it in and am instantly torn between a smile and a pain. I want to be there. There. Where this scent speaks of. Those years it resuscitates in my mind. I do not see images but I smell the possibility that was so fertile then. Those moments then, in which simply the knowing that youth was so much […]