Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Honeysuckle on the Air

I have detected the smell of honeysuckle on the air this week.  I forgot how many memories I associate with the smell.

I remember the smell of honeysuckle as a child.  It is inextricably tied to my childhood.  It reminds me of spring, of relaxation, of the temperate days before the summer heat.  The outdoors and what it meant to play.

I don't remember the smell of honeysuckle in my adolescence.  I don't remember the smell of honeysuckle in my 20s.  I know the honeysuckle bloomed in those years.  I was just too busy to smell it.  Perhaps it was not that I was too busy.  Perhaps I missed the honeysuckle because I was never outside.  After all it is not as if I am less busy now.

I will remember the smell of honeysuckle this year.  It is the last spring I will spend in Texas for some time.  I am drawn to the smell of honeysuckle in the air and I am determined to savor every minute of it. 

I am happy.  Happy to smell honeysuckle again.  Happy to be outdoors.  Again.  I am glad I had this chance, this moment.  To smell the honeysuckle this year.  To know what it means.  To remember.  To enjoy.  Again.