Here in Ohio, we had temperatures in the fifties last weekend. The sky was clear, the birds were a'chirpin', and the sun shined brighter than the...well, you get the idea. I remember thinking 'I want to smell the sun on this gorgeous day.' Then, someone asked me what I was thinking, and I actually spoke those words out loud.
Here's my description (warning, I had to scrape ice off my car on Tuesday, so I may have forgotten the musical prose tinkering inside my noggin last weekend):
The sun smells like my glass of Brita-filtered water, but sweetened by the perfume of spring, of tulips, hyacinth, and ripe-to-bursting strawberries, all laid out on the prettiest towel on the saltiest beach.
Hmm, smell is tough. :) Give it a shot!
And FLY TO 500 ends soon. Enter here!
-Marie
1 comment:
I've seen this book everywhere, but haven't read it yet, so I'll try. The sun smells like the warm fur of a sleeping cat, the pungent grass freshly cut, and a hot desert morning, all rolled into one glowing orange ball of light.
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