A Scent of the Past

The memory which coalesced as the light of a candle freshly lit,

slowly invaded my mind. It was not so much as the memory, as it

was, the smell.

Lost in some ephemeral place and time was the memory, yet the

smell told me I was safe. I had been here before and I am at peace

with all that I survey.

The world stops, yet continues on as if nothing happened, however

my mind races to identify the reason for my mental Query.

What and why is that reason for which my mind races; causing

me to pause in my normal routine?

The breeze carries a fresh aroma of rain soaked leaves

and freshly clipped hedgerows. I am keenly aware of newly

toiled garden soil.

The moisture in the air collects in heavy droplets on everything.

There is a sweet fragrance in the air. I know that smell from

long ago. Where and when does this smell come from? I can't

remember. Perhaps it lies in my past.

Was it a tree I played in as a child? Was it the forest I walked

through in my youth? Was it the pond I went fishing in with grandpa?

No, but I think I know what it is that has given me pause.

It was the first time I noticed her,

my first love,

on our way to school.

~DWYNN~@DavidNiewoehner2017