For the fragrances wafting down from flowering trees, for the cool aroma under a tree lined trail, for the yeasty smell of rising bread as I walk through my door!
“I believed I could identify the scent of the sky as I stood there, a blue menthol fragrance similar to the scent of seawater that sprayed into my face when I first dove into the ocean. That initial scent was much more subtle than the ocean’s heavy, fishy aroma; it was a whiff of salt and mint, just as I approached the water on a dive, that warned me that a more powerful scent would soon enter my nose. It was the scent I dreamed in. And it was the scent of that spring sky as I stood in my yard.” Anne Spollen
Here’s till tomorrow and sucking it in!