smells

I got a new body wash for Valentine's Day. It is called Vanilla Noir.

When I close my eyes, and smell it, I see a dark room. The windows are open, and a warm breeze moves the curtains. Candles in an alcove flicker, and show two lovers sharing a meal.

On the other hand, when I use my Banff Hotel conditioner, I see a garden before me. The flowers bloom, gardenia, and the grass is wet. It is early morning, light, but the sun is not above the horizon yet. Birds twitter in the trees, and the Lord is waiting for me.

Other smells bring memories.

Potatoes on the stove take me back home. My mother is in the narrow galley kitchen making supper. It is cold outside, and the windows are steamed up. She sings while she works.

Sun on pine needles remind me of bike trips through pine woods. May be we were hunting for blueberries, or blackberries.

Wash day smelled of hot water on the stove, full with white clothes.

Smells, memories from the past, or visions of the future?

Precious.