You, you smell like home
Wherever that may be
A mix of cinderblock and salt air
Canyon brush and jasmine
Eucalyptus and redwood
Dogwoods and daffodils
Like snow melting and ground warming
You smell like metal lockers and those awkward teenage moments
When I wished with everything to take back what I just said
Like those moments as a girl when I rescued a bird or a cat
And thought I could save the world
You smell like wild runs down the beach
Wisps of water stinging my eyes
Stories sketched out on paper in the hush of the late afternoon
You smell like the thread that weaves together
The patchwork of my life
Edrie Corbit 
As a writer, your job ideally is to put your vision into words arranged just so. To have the reader put those words into their head and have them arrange themselves into the exact same picture you had in yours. I think this comes so close to that ideal.
Thank you, K. I’ve missed you and hope you are well. 🙂
I’m paddling water fast, but keeping my head above the top so far. Every day you wake up is another gift, right?
Absolutely.