Thank you for the memories, The unexpected, sudden hits of nostalgia Taking me back to carefree days Of playing football after a summer rainstorm, Of laughing in woodwork class, Of my grandmother's awesome cakes.
Like time travel on the cheap, You weather away the years, And the strata of cynicism and regret, Momentarily eroding my reality, Revealing the manchild at my core, Allowing him the briefest chance to once again explore.
But these are unpredictable reveries, Three dimensional snatches of memories. It's time they developed some kind of smell recorder, Just like sights and sounds can be held for posterity. But such technology would not compare to my physiological wonder; Magically transforming scent into vivid memories.