They say that there is nothing more connected with memory than the sense of smell. I have always found that interesting. Who would think, at first, that small, rather than vision or taste or touch or sound, would be more powerfully connected with memory? Lately, smell has been huge - mostly because my neighbors had some truly foul-smelling trash that was stinking up the entire area. SO much fun, let me tell you. But, even such a smell sparks a memory, so here we go....
brantingham
the smell of the hemlock forest surrounds me,
a breeze blowing up the hill from lake.
in the distance, the sounds of the mountains -
birds and gently lapping water,
even the sound of a motorboat in the distance,
the sounds of my youthful summer.
someone is grilling - i can smell the charcoal and lighter fluid -
and then it comes,
the breeze changes direction
and i can small the trash by the back door,
it overpowered the little can three days ago,
filled with the discarded bits of fish we've caught.
Every one of us speeds past the can when we use that entrance,
eager to be away from the stench.
and i loved every moment of it,
back then, and would do it again tomorrow if i could.
Thanks for reading,
Me
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