Saturday, April 18, 2009

It Smells Like

There is your own personal crystal clear waterfall just one inch in front of your face. Behind that waterfall there is a bouquet of aromatic flowers, all the blooms facing the falling water. Every time an air pocket breaks the stream, a whiff of the pedals behind rushes through to greet your nose. As you breathe in, pause, and exhale, the water falls in a solid stream, and it seems just as you are ready for another breath a small bubble in the water erupts again allowing for the scent from the flowers to slip through. You know the flowers are there. For the most part you’re content seeing the water sparkle, but on occasion when you get a glimpse of the flowers beyond through a tiny air pocket… that’s when you can forget your desire for the next deep breath.


  1. Ahhh I love this. Wonderfully put. The air bubbles are delightfully common these days. The lilacs are starting to pop and the stinky pear trees have finished. I hope the lilacs are still going when you get back. Oh I wish you could have been with me to smell the manzanita blossoms in Vegas. The scent of honey danced on the breeze.

  2. This one gave me goosebumps!
    Please update :)

    --Niv's sister