Walking out of work today, there was a smell on the air that smelled like summer and sunshine and softball and Saturdays at dusk. It was the smell of grass.
I breathed the smell in deeply and I smiled.
If God had a smell, I think it would be fresh grass.
This has been a long winter. I feel like last winter never ended and it just bled into this winter.
Maybe that says more about the emotional situations that Frank and I have been dealing with than the actual state of the weather around here.
But there was a peace in the air, sweet like the smell of the grass, that made me feel hopeful that while it has been rough, it is far from over.
The world will be new again.