Day Three: No prompt for me today...just going to wing it.
I've been recalling smells, lately.
Understandable, I suppose,
given my nostalgic nature
and the well-documented kinship
between memory and scent.
At first it is only a thought,
like something I once left behind.
But it transforms, semi-permanent,
and registers just for a moment
as a flash of the olfactory system.
And now I wonder, nervously:
Is it possible that there really is
a fresh batch of pancakes nearby?
Or, in an unconsciously sad moment,
am I merely remembering a better time?
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Coheed and Cambria, The Willing Well I: Fuel For the Feeding End
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