<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Being today</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today is that day<br>not on the calendar, <br>as National Olfactory Day, <br>but far more exciting than that: <br>the day when scent, fragrance, smell, <br>awoke on the warm sunlit air from a winter's sleep<br>and out of nowhere easily spoken of<br>produced a whole new world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first shock was the hedge two doors down<br>which yesterday was a green hedge with white bits<br>but today a burst of fragrance, a Hallelujah Chorus<br>transcribed to be played with or on or in the nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The restaurant two blocks up<br>unleashed from its kitchen<br>garlic that burst out like a bunch of singing nudists into the street<br>cavorting shamelessly and shouting to the world<br>every Mediterranean memory <br>of romantic meals and much else<br>that one thought private.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then subtle smells that made one into a cat or dog<br>pursuing trails not on the street map<br>and making beaten tracks into voyages of discovery: <br>the baker's became a European trip of fresh morning bread<br>with another hundred freeze-dried memories unloosed; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all down the street, <br>other people's lunches opened their front doors<br>and said 'Come and join us! We're having roast beef today<br>with all the trimmings, and we've enough smell<br>to feed the five thousand! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a hundred gardens one thought dormant<br>leaned on the front gate<br>and exchanged the time of year with a childlike innocence<br>that couldn't be told to come inside this minute or else, <br>and presented nosegays to strangers<br>without asking for a contribution to a cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A day for bringing past happinesses out from the store cupboard<br>and giving them a shake and leaving them on the line<br>until the sunlight moves off <br>and the air leaves them cooler and even fresher; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and wondering whom one will be tomorrow, <br>if one can feel like this today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459999" data-title="Being today de Michael Shepherd" data-description="Today is that day not on the calendar, as National Olfactory Day, but far more exciting than that: the day when scent, fragrance, smell, awoke on the warm sunlit air from a winter's sleep and out of nowhere easily spoken of produced a whole ne..."></div> </div> </div>

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