Smell, my 5th sense. It bleeds into other senses, awakening them and massaging my brain.
On my walk this morning.
A freshly hayed field. I swear, the aroma is an aphrodisiac. Some enterprising person should bottle it.
The stink of a hot, happy dog playing in the summer grass. (Those who have dogs in their families know how this “stink” is a happy one.)
The bright, crisp smell of Magnolia blossoms, like Southern sweetness. Someone should bottle this one, too.
Silver honeysuckle, the invasive weed that no one will cut back because it smells like vanilla syrup smeared on juicy slices of orange.
Back home, fresh ground coffee. Lord have mercy, my senses are full.
Only now do I sit down to write.