I smell it in the air.
Faint tones of moisture with a slight, sweet bitterness.
Water, spring, the river a block away- notes of trees budding giving off sweet sap.
I even smell a bit of goose shit in there, and the sharpness of a nitrogen fertilizer.
This brings me back to times long passed- I smell memories, tasting my life in the air. Eyes closed I transport myself to places I have been.
This exact moment… This smell, took me to Regina, in the 80’s, with my family.
I breath in, and all I smell is the park around the museum of natural history.
My brain flashes and I know what it’s like to be in there.
I remember the smell of the building after it was gutted by a fire.
Suddenly we’re shooting gophers near the creek and learning to ride my bike by the old church.These memories… are experienced simultaniously.
I love these smells – the ones that bring me to happy places.