I wish there was a way of capturing smells. And keeping them forever and ever and ever. Because some smells can be so powerful; they dig up old, long forgotten memories.
old books. wet earth. clean, freshly laundered sheets. that particular cologne or perfume or aftershave, which you can never name. hair washed with that shampoo or conditioner that makes you just stop and breathe deeply.
There are so many others, which you’d never think held any meaning, until you caught a whiff of that smell. And then are lost for the rest of the day trying to remember a day or time which you had buried long ago.
old books. wet earth. clean, freshly laundered sheets. that particular cologne or perfume or aftershave, which you can never name. hair washed with that shampoo or conditioner that makes you just stop and breathe deeply.
There are so many others, which you’d never think held any meaning, until you caught a whiff of that smell. And then are lost for the rest of the day trying to remember a day or time which you had buried long ago.
-This was my first post on another blog of mine. I just randomly decided to check what my first post had been, and I found this, and felt it needed re-posting.
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