The Smells of the Earth
Yesterday, in the early afternoon I managed to get outside of the house. That may not sound as an achievement to some who come and go whenever they want to ou, or with very little notice of this feat. But to me it was a great overcoming. So much so, that while in the midst of this grand accomplishment, I texted a friend to woller in the glory of it all. I opened the back door and stepped out on the patio and sat on the bench that was a few steps away from the door. The sun was warm. I immediately noticed that there were there were birds picking food from the grass, a few bees on the dandelions the mower missed, and the dappled sunshine under the tree by the fence. A very cooling breeze surrounded my body in an embrace I had not felt in what seemed like ages. Then one of my favorite smells of the Earth caressed my nostrils with its familiar fragrance. The smell of freshly mowed grass thrilled me with pleasure and joy. I luxuriated for a long time in the intense feeling...