The Smell of a Man…
Wafting through my nose as I cycled down the different roads
was the smell of musk, wood notes, cinnamon and a certain tint of something I would call
the smell of a man…
It is rather strange to notice such a smell but
I have now on several occasions caught the whiff as I cycled by at dawn…
the smell of a man…almost reminiscent of the smells one holds at a party
where the colognes and aftershaves intermingle with the smoke and the A/C
to produce a rather intriguing scent. It is not obscene or vulgar in any way.
Just something to observe through the senses. And smell is often very closely linked to emotions…
I got that smell today too. I don’t know what it is exactly or where it emanates from.
A house perhaps? A shop along the way, a man on his morning walk? No.
It emanates from somewhere I could not exactly tell from where.
But whatever its source, it matters not for tis but a most pleasant and welcoming scent.
Not too strong and not too light. Just right.
Almost a known devil in an unknown setting.
I smiled to myself as I got that smell again today. Nice.
Perhaps its source may one day find its way, for now it seems a tad lost but not lost in essence.
Lost in direction…perhaps…
