Last night Ahenobarbus took a well-deserved break and we took Beemer to her favorite place to eat. As we got out of the car at the restaurant, the air was crisp and strong with the scent of what seemed to be campfire or burning leaves. Ahenobarbus and I both stopped and breathed in deep lungfuls of the aroma surrounding us. It was a magical moment.
Today, we still don't know what the smell on the air was - we were in the middle of a shopping center with no campgrounds or farms for miles and the smell was too woody for a burning building. But for a little while last night, we both noted that autumn has come to St. Louis and the city felt (or rather smelled) a little more like home.
Today, we still don't know what the smell on the air was - we were in the middle of a shopping center with no campgrounds or farms for miles and the smell was too woody for a burning building. But for a little while last night, we both noted that autumn has come to St. Louis and the city felt (or rather smelled) a little more like home.
4 comments:
Gotta love those moments of "now"
I LOVE that smell! The smell of wood smoke and sage always remind me of Panguitch.
Ironically enough, on Wednesday here in the vallty of cache i noticed the same smell! I was shocked, seeing as how it was mid-morning, raining, and in the middle of a Hyrum,where the pre-dominate smell is cows!
It was a very good dose of nostalgia, in the literal sense, "pain for home."
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