The scent

Chilled wind passed my face and deep soft mud below my feet as I walked. I looked up to the gigantic dreary cloudscape which opened to untie its form.

The image had gone astray, I looked up again but the shape moved out somewhere in the infinite grey.

Minutes later I discover, looking around, there was more creation, airborne with the strong wind in the direction of their northern homes.  Later, back in car as I drive home, Mud beneath my shoes gradually heats up. It is my favourite, the scent of soil.

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Author: Novemberschild

I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.

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9 thoughts on “The scent

  • September 14, 2016 at 11:43 am
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    well written #zarahatkeblogreads

  • September 13, 2016 at 4:26 pm
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    Nothing beats the petrichor in the evening after the shower. 🙂

  • September 10, 2016 at 9:20 pm
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    Its a nice feeling to walk and feel the same with the smell of sand 🙂

  • September 10, 2016 at 4:05 pm
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    This is one thing that I bet humans can never replicate “Mitti di khusboo” wonderful post !

  • September 9, 2016 at 3:13 pm
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    I love the smell of soil.. as I did up my garden and find those worms , life of the soil there. I live the smell when it is wet. I love it on the shores of the sea. The soil is the foundation of our life

  • September 9, 2016 at 1:05 pm
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    scent of frsh rains on soil is so awesome. Wonderful post ROms

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