Random Thoughts

[Maxmars]

Freshly Cut Grass


There are these occurrences that appear so trivial, tenuous, and unfounded that one ought have their head examined to even consider sharing, but the irony here is that however weak and counterintuitive they may initially appear, they do in fact at times culminate and continue as a moderate to intense feeling of emotion that washes over.

And as it turns out I'm talking about freshly cut grass here, but there is something unique and different about its aroma lately. I first noticed it at the house, and then while out for a drive, so apparently nothing location dependent. Perhaps my sense of smell has gone off. I think about the Mandela Effect, but I don't think so.

It's as if something so trivial and tenuous has manifested into something transcendent. It feels like a long-lost memory; a memory that isn't mine - it feels like deja vu.

I want to thank you.  Your post inspired me to recall a similar observation about something I only knew of experientially until my late wife taught me of a word...

Petrachor...

I always was somehow moved, perhaps even uplifted, when I experienced a certain smell... usually right before, or just as a gentle rain was visiting me.

It was as if the earth itself was calling for the rain, it was a 'dirt' smell, earthy, and remarkably gentle.  I consciously identified it as a child, visiting a jungle-like expanse of rainforest, then later visitng a farm, and then, standing in my own backyard...  The observation repated again and again into my adult life, and now... whenever I sense it, I smile and think of the joy of my wife saying "You know there's a word for that!" and teaching me of "petrachor."  She was a linguist in her heart and soul.  God I miss her.