Day 13: Nostalgia
There’s a dusty smell in the air when it rains,
It smells like nostalgia.
Had I ever attempted to conjure up what nostalgia would smell like, this would be it.
Dusty, yet familiar. Smells faintly of the past but still fresh in your mind.
When it rains here, I can still smell the dust,
It smells like earth,
Tangy. Dry and unhealthy.
I’d pause to inhale it and mid deep inhale I’d say to myself “this is unhealthy you know”,
I wonder if this is how our body reacts to the dust too,
We inhale it and our body says “this is unhealthy, you know ” and it manifests by one falling ill.
It’s still raining and the heavier the rain falls, the less I can smell the dust.
Now it’s just rain and air.
The tears from heaven has cleared the air and now it smells fresh,
The weather is back to being cool and airy.
When the rain stops, I’ll wonder why the weather cannot stay like this,
Why can’t it be like this forever?
Why can’t the heat stay in the shawdow of the clouds and let us breath this fresh air for much longer?
I guess it’s the pattern of life afterall.
Nothing lasts forever,
Everything happens and then it becomes the last,
And then it brings nostalgia,
Like the rain.
