I was at my parent’s place for a few days. I went for a little drive one afternoon to stop and see a friend who I haven't had a chance to say hello to since Grade 10.
We didn’t really talk and I didn’t really stay that long as there wasn’t anything really to say to one another.
The aroma of a warm, sunny October day. The fresh smell of probably the last cut of grass for the season.
Walking through and reading headstones. If contemplation has a scent and feel, that is surely one.
Enjoy yourselves,
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