September 9 2016

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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Posted September 9, 2016 by Novemberschild in category "Prompts

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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.


  1. By RamyaRao on

    Nothing beats the petrichor in the evening after the shower. 🙂

  2. By Me Otherwise on

    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

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