She smells what can only be described as freshly cut flowers. Bending down to take a small whiff of the freshness she immediately recognizes the error between what she thought and what is truth. Who, she wonders, can correctly distinguish between varieties of flowers purely through smell? Probably more than she assumes but also perhaps fewer than the average person would believe. Roses, freesias, lavender, they are the only distinct scents she can think of in the moment, but then she wonders again, is lavender a flower or an herb? What’s the difference? What do tulips smell like? Do geraniums have an aroma? Where is the scent of a flower located? Is it different for every type or among types? Read more
“Go with me. Or, you know,” I proposed; “Come with me.” He was unsure. He was never sure about such things, but then to my surprise, he spoke, “Yes, okay.” This sudden air of carelessness defined him not under usual, ordinary circumstances, but perhaps, this particular situation grew, evolved into something more, beyond our small minds’ level of comprehension. “Leave it,” I suggested. “What do you mean?” he inquired. “All of it. Just leave it all behind,” I clarified. “But,” he half stammered; “We need stuff.” “We need only a few things. You want ‘stuff’ to feel secure, comforted by the feeling of having.” He nodded, partially in agreement but mostly in disbelief. “Here,” I said as I threw him a backpack of a size worn typically by students. Holding the bag up to examine the size of it more thoroughly, he sighed, “Yea, okay.” Read more
The year is 2004.
Outside, the air is crisp in that in-between phase when seasons change. Spring draws near as an eighteen-year-old senior, preparing to graduate from high school, lives her daily life full of the excitement of growing up. These days, it seems as though every other adult with whom she speaks pontificates about how, “This next chapter of life is the best time ever. But be aware; it goes by so fast.” She genially nods and shows the respectable amount of gratefulness for their wise words. Her friends preoccupy themselves with daydreams and fantasies wherein the freedom that exists so close they can all practically taste it will lends itself to all sorts of greatness and fulfillment. Something else entirely, however, looms over her as she deeply considers this graduation from childhood into supposed adulthood. Read more