Memories

There's a certain type of flower, as soon as I sense one whiff of its fragrance, my mind wanders.

Yes, that's the flower. I remember it in all different colors. And it wasn't surrounded by the stones you see in this picture.




There was lots of sand. When I was growing up, Jones Beach, the enormous complex/series of beaches in eastern Long Island, New York, was full of those flowers. Even today, I smell those flowers, my body expects the odor of a sea breeze to join the sweetness. When only dust joins, my body is disappointed. It is such a physical memory.