I love those. It’s really amazing how a subtle scent can flood you with emotions.
When I walked out of my office building today, the smokey smell on the street brought me back to my early morning rooftop sitting sessions in the Dominican Republic. Getting up early to see the sun rising over the tree-covered hills (mountains?) and just breathing in the smell of the [heavy] breakfast being prepared downstairs by Doña and the older women in the village. That rooftop remains one of my favorite places I’ve ever been in my life. Sitting up there at 6am, with the annoying roosters crowing. Just breathing in everything (except that one time when the kids left too many mangos on the rooftop and they began to rot in the heat). And the evenings as the sun set, again just sitting there and staring over the beautiful green hills (mountains?) and waiting for the shooting stars to come out.
Now if only the weather and temperature here in NYC would match up a bit more too.
Bueno es alabarte Jehová
Y cantar salmos a tu nombre
Anunciar por la mañana
Y tu fidelidad de noche