When I walked today I could smell the earth
It was the smell of organics
It was the smell of new birth
It was soaked right through where it once was dry
It was the smell of ripe turnips
It was the smell of a sigh
I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
No comments:
Post a Comment