Friday, September 06, 2002
I've had this thing about smell, lately. I'd smell my hands in class, or smell Lissa's arm when she was sitting on my lap, or sit amidst the laundry when I was supposed to be folding it inhaling. I love the smell of skin, freshly washed hair, anything remotely related to apples, my pillow, babies, summer, lemonade, dinner, rubber cement, summer nights, winter nights, my mom, my dad, my sisters, apple cider, cinnamon, vegetable soup, choclate milk, the country, roses, carnations, lillies, my guitar [it smells lovely] and people you haven't held close in too long.
I believe there is much to be said longer-than-expected phone calls.
Song of the moment: "Homesick" by The Vines. Melancholy but oh-so-beautiful, it's making me fall in love with Australian boys that brood and write sad lyrics.
