Scent ...

A smell ... or scent, can put me in the past or in an alternative state.  I felt that today as the rich particles of a particular being wafted up the old nose box.  My red roses have opened and there's something that I can't put into words about the scent.  It crosses boundaries of culture and religion, used by different faiths for different things - all positive uses as far as I'm aware.  It's come to represent love ... and when I smell the red roses in my garden, it's the one word, feeling and purpose that flashes up inside of me.

Happy Thursday folks

Wolf