The waft of cherry blossoms smelled to me like north wind and home. The North was always meant to be a grave for the folks who braved it; a trap in bright summers to belie the winters. But to me, it always carried the scent of going home.
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I like this. Not entirely sure why, but it resonates with me.
ReplyDeleteI really like it, too. It sounds both full of longing and full of homey-loveliness. (PS - North is my favourite direction, so that might also be influencing why I like this little piece.)
ReplyDeleteWell, you're Canadian, so that should mean something, even if you're not that far north.
ReplyDeleteAnd I like cherries.