Smells

The smell of new leather. New books. New candles. New kit. So exciting. So tempting. But it soon fades.

The smell of barbecues and fires? That lingers in your nostrils and on your clothes for days. But in the memory banks? Infinitely. I only have to smell a certain smoke and I’m transported back to Nepal, India or Africa. It’s like time travel. It is also undeniable. It requires no effort. It is one of life’s pieces of magic. For which there is no explanation I wish to know about. It just is. I won’t Google it because then the magic might fade. Sometimes facts get in the way of reality. Somethings just are. Let them be.

Like chocolate.