There is never a moment that I cease to breathe you. You smell like pine, a forest full of nature's wonders. I smell asphalt, a thousand roads traveled together. My nose picks up musty, brittle letters between the two of us. Pieces of leaves and grass pressed, from thickets around footprints. I travel through many worlds because of my nose. It leads me, guides me, and at times, controls me. I let go slowly, as I return all of our memories back to the small keepsake, and I close the sock drawer.
Playing around with smells. I have difficulty with senses in my writing, And I notice when I go back to read I feel a 'distance' from my words and the narrator that I can't figure out.... Working on it.....