Smells like home

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Smells like homeI didn’t realise that I knew what home smelt like until I returned after a long week’s absence.

I’ve only been living where I live for less than a year.  I’m still learning about the contours, the textures, the seasonal changes. I’m still trying to find a place for the scissors to live.

When I left the taxi and stepped inside, the house didn’t smell particularly special.  The scent in there was of cleaning products mainly, courtesy of my ever-helpful other half.

But when I stepped outside the breeze carried the smell of the earth and the trees; a milder version of that heady scent of rain which precedes a summer storm.   It was a familiar scent that, until then, I hadn’t realised was familiar.

It smelt like home.

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