The Fragrance of Hope
Ahh, the smell of Spring; The blooming flowers, the gentle sun, the morning dew, clinging to the green blades of grass. It’s beautiful. The squirrels scattering about the trees, the bees, buzzing through the air. You become infatuated with the beauty of the scene. You take a deep breath of pristine, clear air. It’s hopeful.
The smell of Summer; Cut grass invades the air, A scalding heat burning the wind. It’s powerful. The wildlife, desperately searching for refuge against the insufferable hotness, the fauna growing with strength. The power of the scene overwhelms you. You take a deep breath of warm, suffocating, bug infested air. It’s relentless.
The smell of Autumn; Dry Leaves surrounding you, the fragrance of rotting leaves, somewhat moist with dirt. It’s gloomy. The birds, frantically searching for food to feed their young, the raccoon’s, gathering supplies for the long winter ahead. The melancholy of the scene saddens you. You take a deep breath of dusty, dry air. It’s desperate.
The smell of Winter; Empty, scentless. It’s depressing. The wildlife, no where to be seen, hiding away in their sanctuaries. It’s bleak, at best. You take a deep breath of frozen, unoccupied air. It’s dead.