Isn't it funny how certain fragrances can take you back decades to long ago seasons and memories? I'm sitting here tonight with the patio door open. The air is still, or maybe there's a gentle breeze. Every now and then I catch the scent of a cool summer night. You know the one I mean. It smells like dried grass and fresh air. Well, I hope it smells like fresh air where you are. With the Fourth just a few days away, let's hope we don't smell smoke. But, back to my reminiscing.
It's nights like these that remind me of going to the drive in or sleeping outside. When I was a teen we spent a lot of time in cars. Riding in them, parking in them :::gasp::: and smooching in them. Remember the feeling of anticipation that you might see him that night? He'd show up and act like he wasn't thrilled to see you. His cologne was intoxicating and you longed to be near him. But, of course, you had to act all calm and cool. At the drive in, you never said you were going to go be 'with' someone, you said you were going to sit in so-and-so's car, like it was a Rolls Royce and you had to caress the leather seats.
Those days are long gone, and so is the teenage romance. These days, putting on cologne is little more than a snooze, and girls are left with only their memories. What are your memories of summer nights?
Splendor in The Grass
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
-William Wordsworth
