The Nostalgia Triggered by a Forgotten Smell
By Saywisely
1 min read
Nov 18, 2024
Not sight or sound, but just a trace,
Of dusty chalk in a forgotten place.
The scent of rain on summer tar,
And suddenly, I know just where we are.
My mind, it leaps across the years,
Ignoring all my adult fears.
For just a breath, I'm young and free,
Unlocked by scent's surprising key.
Of dusty chalk in a forgotten place.
The scent of rain on summer tar,
And suddenly, I know just where we are.
My mind, it leaps across the years,
Ignoring all my adult fears.
For just a breath, I'm young and free,
Unlocked by scent's surprising key.