It Smells Like Home

It smells like home,
Each sense finding its place
The whispering of a moment,
groping,
to be found.

The sun beats
its smell of trash, vegetables
beer bottles,
Rustling leaves,
Children playing,
Adults laying,
Summer is hot above the sheets,
It is hope,
It’s a dream, a fantasy;
a changing time.

Alex

Hi... I'm a UX guy with a pile of books by my bed and a lot of notebooks full of ideas. I love images, ideas and exploring the world. When I'm not solving UX problems or walking my dog I'm usually knee deep in a new book or looking for an inspirational path to follow.

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