my soul trusts.

it could be combusted fuel with stale fumes, or it could be fried fish or curry for a later-than-usual dinner - i could not put the specifics to the random smells my nose picked out on my walk back home. for that slight moment, i appreciated these smells more than usual, before the slight drizzle came and washed away everything. it is these moments in life which are so fleeting and transient that we regret if we did not pay any attention to it. that is why my last friday of the december holidays ended somewhat beautifully; the diffused perfumed scent in the lift was exactly the same when i left the house in the early evening. 9:28 PM