There are not many better smells than that of a camp
fire. Tonight I sat by a fire, cooked
food, talked, looked at ducks, ate food and left smell great. Even better, tonight when I got home and
hugged my wife, who also sat by the fire, she smelled great too. That’s one of the great thinks about sitting
by the fire, it stays with you and reminds you of the warmth and fun you had
minutes, hours or maybe even days before.
But it isn’t just the last fire that stays with you.
The smell of smoke on your shirt can bring you back to
family trips and late night conversations.
Tonight I’m remembering a trip last summer with friends and an
amalgamation of gatherings in my backyard. I’m remembering a birthday party at the lake
when we sat out the first night and got rained out the second. The smoke from tonight’s fire is now dispersed
across the city and has perhaps even left the state but the smoke that remains
on my shirt keeps the memories close at hand.
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