I remember the fragrance of the sea, the salty tickle in my nose, and the pearls of water on my skin, the musky scent of seashells we had been picking all day. I remember all those odours, but most of all I remember the perfume of my mother, her warm hand on my hand, her smile when she looked at me, and the gentle stroke in my hair.
I remember it.
Or was it a dream?
Or a wish I once had? Still have?
The weekly theme for Moody Monday is Fragrant