Singing as the Darkness Lifts, Episode 30 Today my brain tells me the air carries the smell of acorns. I do not think I actually know what acorns smell like so this makes me temporarily confused. I settle for the fact that it smells green in some way on this rainy morning where theContinue reading “Study in Blue”
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The Night I turned into a Metal Spoon
Singing as the Darkness Lifts, Episode 29 This morning the air smells clean and fresh, it is raining and there is no hint of petrichor. I smile because although I am not totally specific about the smell my senses are alive. Last week I could not determine the scent and I blamed the cold virusContinue reading “The Night I turned into a Metal Spoon”
Sue Finch 