Petrichor Remembered
Loved the feel as I stepped down to the trail.
Recent rains changed everything. I loved the smell
of dry leaves and trees and soil,
natural elements like the scent of petrichor,
a feeling that gives me chills today,
just thinking and remembering. All in with nature.
Look both ways. All is nature, a mistress to everyone.
Mind her gaps for secrets to survival.
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Nice one, Bill 🙂
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Beautifully written, Bill. 😊
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Thank you, Sue.
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Dear Bill,
Thank you for teaching me a new word. Pretichor. Olfactory is the strongest of memory triggers. Well done, sir.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle.
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A fragrant piece indeed Bill! Well done.
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That was balm to a soul in city lockdown. Thank you.
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🙂
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