A Comfort Scent

Almost nothing

(Or what might be considered nothing

Despite its own distinct notes)

But crisp

And reminiscent of autumn

Even during the lengthening of days

Cold and fulfilling

Entering my lungs

And with it comfort

And an appreciation of the Earth

Dirt and water and trees

But clean

And where I am meant to be

Beauty is found wherever it is thought to look

In the smell of a brisk, overcast day

In the sight of a tree blooming its spring flowers

In the feelings we perceive

When finding wonder in life