The Scent Of A Citrus Blossom On A Warm Evenig

A whiff of a familiar scent can transport you across the worlds, across the time into a place so familiar, you can't even remember if the place was within you or if it was where you hid those precious, dazzling dreams your teenage self dreamed under a huge dark night sky filled with millions of twinkling stars. They seemed so close, they engulfed your tiny being and you could hear them as they silently carved your destiny. Soon, you left the red sandy plains, the twirling dirt devils, the murmurs of smoky huts with faint spicy smells as the evening meals simmered and the children shrieked. Wait, was that even this life time or was it another? The moonlight lightly danced over misty mirages while birds chirped happily in the thickets of the guava tree. You went back to dig out the dreams. You see, you had to know! Instead there they were, beautifully shaped gorgeous emeralds... The red earth wept green tears for you for it missed you much and the songs of crickets and the poems of twilight missed you too!