Sleepwalking my way through life: Pitter patter of scent



Pitter patter of scent

16:00

The sun was out a moment ago, and now it’s pouring down. I can hear it from the open door outside, the door that was keeping us cool.

There’s that smell again. It’s a sort of warm metallic smell, yet at the same time it’s cold and earthy. It rises slowly into your nostrils, working its way into every nook that can perceive the sent. I breathe in deeply and feel refreshed, my chest rising and falling as my eyes close. My mind cannot fathom it; how can it be earthy yet metallic? Cold yet warm? It’s a mysteriously beautiful smell, a smell that I would much prefer over sniffing roses.

If only it would rain more during summer.
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1 Comments:

At 4:05 pm, Anonymous Jules said...

You've described it perfectly. I absolutely love this post.

 

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