The strangest thing just happened:
I came across a photo of the Brooklyn Bridge by accident, and suddenly I could smell the air in DUMBO (down under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Overpasses) and hear the noises of New York City. As if I were standing at the edge of a high cliff, vertigo swept over me and my stomach turned flip-flops. My body froze for a second as if I might fall over the edge out of rural Missouri and into the heart of Brooklyn.
And then, as fast as it overcame me, I was back in my leather desk chair in my cozy office in rural South/Central Missouri where the air smells like trees and the only noises are my office fan and Peter Gabriel’s cover of “Flume”.
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It smells good here this week.
I can’t wait to get out to “smalltown” next weekend … hope the weather and my knee cooperate.