when provoked, the mind churns. A whiff of freshly brewed coffee, brings the yearn. Seeping Gingerly into the mind. That lingering want of a sip. A familiar tune and the mind transports back to the memories that had accompanied that sound. Took out my handmade apron, (which every girl had to make in primary 6) to show the girls and suddenly all the memories of my secondary days in the cookery room came flooding back.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Senses....
when provoked, the mind churns. A whiff of freshly brewed coffee, brings the yearn. Seeping Gingerly into the mind. That lingering want of a sip. A familiar tune and the mind transports back to the memories that had accompanied that sound. Took out my handmade apron, (which every girl had to make in primary 6) to show the girls and suddenly all the memories of my secondary days in the cookery room came flooding back.
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I'm like that too! One whiff of a familiar scent will take me back to a time when that particular scent dominated. They're mostly pleasant thankfully :)
Fibrate:
I want to whiff the scent of rose apple. Brings me back to my childhood days under this tree in PJ.
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