It was a new smell even to me this smell of cotton candied vanilla beans At once At first much much too strong overwhelming a searant to the senses a heavy - musky mind coating balm
But, of course
The assault lessened as all things do then it was a comforting smell a warm smell something to ease the body into willing slumber -an errant commodity- though much sought after...
It holds me now -this smell entranced am I by the strength of the memories it brings to the forefront of my pliant mind pliant to the whim of these memories that float by unbidden of a touch (or much more than that) who can say, or know for that matter
But- in the somewhat suppressed supposition is the knowing of never.
And in this knowing it brings the comfort of strength strength in the memory ...of the memory which is cast in hues of bittersweet
and in the comfort of knowing the memory will sustain for these kind always do...
It seems to me that your talent for digression managed to weave this tangle of emotions rather well ... a very engaging piece, though not cloyingly so. Applause from the critic's (and the sympathizer's) corner ...
Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest