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Dream Aroma
I smell dream aroma this morning. Floating from my coffee cup. Floating from Marc Cohn's song through my MAC's speakers.
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy - won't you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be...
I met this song about 7 years ago. When I heard it a gush of memories flooded all around me and I was back. Back in Seattle one cold autumn November. Waiting for the ferry to take us to the city. My hands frozen in the cold trying to catch the mist from my mouth while I talked. Back in Canada one April spring. Awestruck by Niagara falls tumbling down over what must have been 40 stories of height. The wisps of water jumped at my face and I wiped the cold but refreshing chill away. Back in Paris on an October dawn. Waking up to seeing vintage windows with flowerpots and wondered why the sky was dark at 8:00am. Then on a train to Switzerland seeing the Alps hover over the stillness of a blue lake.
Dream aroma.
I wonder why scents take me farther in reliving a moment than pictures do. I am wearing Love Potion by Victoria Secret and I'm taken back to December 2007 walking out of my father's condo unit on our way to early morning mass. The quiet of 5:00am became a place of fresh breathing while I listened to an Italian priest speak of early morning walks in some monastery in Italy.
Dream aroma.
I breathe easy this morning. Affirmed by the possibilities of dreams coming true. No matter how small the step. I enjoy sitting in my empty office looking at the blue mountains one window panel wide and fly with the soaring of hope inside my chest.
I'm going to be a writer. It doesn't matter who notices. It doesn't matter who hears about it. But I'm going to do the very thing I love to do.
By some miracle, Dad found it a good idea to have fans in his induction. An idea I pitched to him yesterday. Traveling with bestfriends is one of the greatest things in the world. Especially if the journey is a meaningful heart beat to the dreams you've been holding on to and unearthing for quite some time now.
There's an air to my step today. Like a light bounce just above my 2 inch heels. And I'm eating country club spaghetti at the Metro Club. And I'm watching a circus tomorrow.
And the light in my mind suddenly reaches my fingertips, finally moving it to tap the keys of my hungry keyboard. Finally moving it to grab my 9.00 peso pen to carve words with ink.
Dream aroma. Book heaven, here I come.
Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy - won't you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be...
I met this song about 7 years ago. When I heard it a gush of memories flooded all around me and I was back. Back in Seattle one cold autumn November. Waiting for the ferry to take us to the city. My hands frozen in the cold trying to catch the mist from my mouth while I talked. Back in Canada one April spring. Awestruck by Niagara falls tumbling down over what must have been 40 stories of height. The wisps of water jumped at my face and I wiped the cold but refreshing chill away. Back in Paris on an October dawn. Waking up to seeing vintage windows with flowerpots and wondered why the sky was dark at 8:00am. Then on a train to Switzerland seeing the Alps hover over the stillness of a blue lake.
Dream aroma.
I wonder why scents take me farther in reliving a moment than pictures do. I am wearing Love Potion by Victoria Secret and I'm taken back to December 2007 walking out of my father's condo unit on our way to early morning mass. The quiet of 5:00am became a place of fresh breathing while I listened to an Italian priest speak of early morning walks in some monastery in Italy.
Dream aroma.
I breathe easy this morning. Affirmed by the possibilities of dreams coming true. No matter how small the step. I enjoy sitting in my empty office looking at the blue mountains one window panel wide and fly with the soaring of hope inside my chest.
I'm going to be a writer. It doesn't matter who notices. It doesn't matter who hears about it. But I'm going to do the very thing I love to do.
By some miracle, Dad found it a good idea to have fans in his induction. An idea I pitched to him yesterday. Traveling with bestfriends is one of the greatest things in the world. Especially if the journey is a meaningful heart beat to the dreams you've been holding on to and unearthing for quite some time now.
There's an air to my step today. Like a light bounce just above my 2 inch heels. And I'm eating country club spaghetti at the Metro Club. And I'm watching a circus tomorrow.
And the light in my mind suddenly reaches my fingertips, finally moving it to tap the keys of my hungry keyboard. Finally moving it to grab my 9.00 peso pen to carve words with ink.
Dream aroma. Book heaven, here I come.
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