Journeys however insignificant, spark the mightiest of fires.

Not long after my last thimble of coffee I set out with Marco. A small pad in my jacket just in case, but what I wanted in those early mornings is that smell. The evening smells reverberating back at me greeting the morning. The light mist that make some feel closed in makes me feel alive. It’s quiet.

I’ve found quiet is bookmarked in the beginning and end of the day, so I suppose too, the nicest smells happen then too.

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