I had smelled it before, but so long ago.
Had been there too, but not in this life.
The salted air, a memory jolt.
A younger me, brought to life through my nose.
There was no spray on my face,
and yet I tasted it.
Walking upon the sand,
granulated heat upon my soulís traveling shoes.
While seagulls screeched alarm,
So many shores away...
So many waves I had ridden since then..
And so many more I would be riding.
This nasal assault, a tube of time travel,
a young girl, a different path I walked then.
wanting now, to curl up into this memory
of† perfect comfort....