Have you ever noticed that the smell of states is different everywhere you go?
Each place I have lived over the years has a certain smell that is unique to itself:
The salty sea-air of California.
The wet pavement after an afternoon monsoon in Arizona.
The bakery around the corner in Germany.
The warmth of the air, just mid morning, in Texas.
The snow, yes - the snow, afterweeks months of bone-chilling cold in Nebraska
My grandma's house... just as you breeze in for ice cream.
Everywhere.
Each smell conjures up a faded memory that brings a smile to my face.
I smelled a memory of when I lived in Arizona... sitting on our porch swing just after an afternoon rain... watching kids ride their bikes and run through the wet grass.
Those were great times... and who knew what life would bring me 25 years later.
Each place I have lived over the years has a certain smell that is unique to itself:
The salty sea-air of California.
The wet pavement after an afternoon monsoon in Arizona.
The bakery around the corner in Germany.
The warmth of the air, just mid morning, in Texas.
The snow, yes - the snow, after
My grandma's house... just as you breeze in for ice cream.
Everywhere.
Each smell conjures up a faded memory that brings a smile to my face.
I smelled a memory of when I lived in Arizona... sitting on our porch swing just after an afternoon rain... watching kids ride their bikes and run through the wet grass.
Those were great times... and who knew what life would bring me 25 years later.
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