Well, to begin with, I have a confession to make. I spent two days on one prompt. Day 10 was eaten by day 9’s project. The story was just too fun to enjoy on my own. So I guess we will call it a package deal and move right along. The next prompt will be in poem or poetic form as punishment (And a special treat). I’ve already decided that.
Prompt #25
Describe a favorite smell, one that always makes you smile.
What about a sight, sound, or sensation?
Oh wow, well this one will be easy. I can wrap them all into one cozy bundle. The smell of salty mist kissing every inch of my face. The sun pouring over and through me to release as many outlets of life-giving alchemy as I can imagine, and more. It’s warmth and attention perfectly matched by the refreshing sea breeze offered by the tidepools left in the wake of lowtide. In the end, even with the help of a natural cooling system the blazing giant got the best of me. Anytime I can remember the attention it offered me was often so intense it would leave which ever pair of my scottish/irish cheeks I turn toward it, in a semi-perminent blush.
But what’s not to love or feel some sort of way about when it comes to massive reservoirs of water, seagulls, and the sounds of the waves I can smell so easily the moment the thought of what it represents comes to mind. The smell of the ocean will hold a special place in my heart until the day I disappear under the waves of time. Next time I rise up to the theatre of life, I’m sure the sound will bring with it a sensation of nestalgic joy build over the course of this life time
I don’t have any poor memories of time spent at the ocean. And to all you parents who think you have to take your kids to Disney World. When my parents saved and stored away their nuts so we could go as a family when I was a child, out of the four days we spent, I remembered more about our day at cocoa beach than the other legs of the trip combined, rarely unleashed to it’s full potential, waves laping at the shore especially when the tides are shifting. The sound is a safe space for me. Sleepless nights have been remedied by their presence, hard lessons have been learned along their shores. Beautiful analogies have formed over the organisms occupants and mysterious contents.
I guess that’s all the time I have but that was so neat! The entire time I was writing a hundred little frames rose up to confirm the words pouring out of my fingertips.