smelly thoughts

yesterday, i jumped out of my truck at the house, and i could smell the ice. we have about a foot of snow, and the pond on my neighbors land is frozen over. i can smell it, i want to lace up the skates and spend time out on the ice. growing up, i loved the smell of the ice (still do), it means HOCKEY! there are so many smells around my house, some good, a few are bad. but there is no pollution to mask them.

i can not wait until the summer when the smells are even more abundant. cut grass, cow manure, soft rain on the dirt, a mowed hay field, wet cats, motor oil from the boat, worms and sun tea.

what thoughts are brought on what smells?

fresh bread = my baba's (gramma's) house
fried onions = good food, and baba's house
rain = my parent's acreage
humidity = vancouver island

i could go on. so very sensory.

i love the smell of gas,hot motor oil, exhaust, burnt rubber, hot dogs, lemonade, beer, and fress cut grass....ah,*sigh*... a day at the drag races.

concrete and piss = summer in nyc

i love the smell of secondhand garlic... something about the way it mixes with a person's chemistry and exudes out their pores...

yeah, i have very similar feelings whenever i walk into a rink.

exactly.

[Edited on Jan 20, 2004 by ThisAintNoPicnic]

Marizpan, ironed clothes, petrol, weed, dettol, old books!

soap=old people.

that could also be summer in chicago.