There is the smell of summer sun on the wooden boards that make up the deck.
It takes imagination to understand a need for that desk lamp visible through the windows.
It is the imagination that any writer loves to use.
Thank you to a reader of Writing Cabin for these photos.
2 comments:
Oh Donald,
the aromas and smells of a place are so integral for my memories of places. Perhaps it is because odors hit the parts of the brain more 'base' and subconscious before the cerebrum processes things.
I can still smell my grandparent's house,
Sometimes I sniff old books to cheer me up.
The smell of old books - even the smell of particular old books - brings a murky but welcome hint of the ways we learn about our lives.
I'm there with you.
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