I can't find the scent, but I remember the sounds
It was quite cold and wet and snowy yesterday morning.
Youngest and I bundled up and went into town on the train.
The tide was very high.
The snow was deep. Our street was beautiful but chilling.
And, as much as I love the winter, and the snow especially, I was longing for our little house in the tropics.
I was remembering that I put my iPhone in a drinking glass to amplify the music while I cleaned the kitchen.
And I remembered the bird songs and the dogs barking in the distance - and the cow next door.
I remember how soft the mix-matched pillows were on the couch on the terrace.
And not wearing socks.
And tea here, in the morning.
And being alone with K.
And how lucky we were to be there.
And how I miss it.