I have so many smells that take me back in time, but there are two that hit me more often than the others: a winter one and a summer one. The winter one is the smell of a hockey rink. I can't walk into a community centre or rink and not be transported back to when I played. Bag on my shoulder, two sticks in hand, white shirt and tie on (for when I played for a competitive team and we all dressed fancy before games)... I played hundreds of games over more than a decade and relive one of them every time. The summer one is the smell of rain. This one takes me back to summer camp, where I spent portions of nine summers on the shores of Sparrow Lake. The smell of a warm summer rain takes me back there, specifically to the craft hut where people would congregate on rainy days and make bracelets and beaded things, listen to music, and enjoy being silly and creative with whoever happened to be there at the time.
Oh this is such beautiful writing, Michele. I love the focus on the sensory and how you can be instantly transported just by smells. There is a specific candle smell that always takes me back to a local shop in a town where I had such fond memories, it’s a certain mixture of spices & sweetness that always makes me happy.
I have so many smells that take me back in time, but there are two that hit me more often than the others: a winter one and a summer one. The winter one is the smell of a hockey rink. I can't walk into a community centre or rink and not be transported back to when I played. Bag on my shoulder, two sticks in hand, white shirt and tie on (for when I played for a competitive team and we all dressed fancy before games)... I played hundreds of games over more than a decade and relive one of them every time. The summer one is the smell of rain. This one takes me back to summer camp, where I spent portions of nine summers on the shores of Sparrow Lake. The smell of a warm summer rain takes me back there, specifically to the craft hut where people would congregate on rainy days and make bracelets and beaded things, listen to music, and enjoy being silly and creative with whoever happened to be there at the time.
Oh this is such beautiful writing, Michele. I love the focus on the sensory and how you can be instantly transported just by smells. There is a specific candle smell that always takes me back to a local shop in a town where I had such fond memories, it’s a certain mixture of spices & sweetness that always makes me happy.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment! I LOVE candle shops ♥
Of course! 💗 And me too, I can spend forever in them they’re always so calming.
Hi Michele, lovely detail and gorgeous tribute to a special bond and smell that continues to envelop you with safety. 🌹
Thank you. I still have that perfume in my drawer. ♥
I would do the same. I have a pair of clogs from my mom. It's a longer story but I cherish hoe she carried herself through life.
Beautiful