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These are the scents,
what I smelled as I was
driving back from Pittsburgh:
coal and tar and asphalt
as if mixed together, a
smell I can recall from childhood when
in the city;
manure, may times, because
it’s planting time;
plant-life already grown and
emanating from blooms in trees,
perennials along the road;
a clear, cold sky possesses
C L Couch
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA).
The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
April 29, 2022 at 4:05 am
It is interesting how scents can evoke many memories.
April 29, 2022 at 4:42 pm
They certainly do. I find scents making associations all the time. Thanks for your response!
April 30, 2022 at 12:36 am
A strong association for me are orange blossoms – at one time orange groves were abundant in the valley of the sun.
April 29, 2022 at 3:54 pm
Smells can bring back so many memories. Good job.
April 29, 2022 at 5:20 pm
Yes, they can. Lately, wood-smoke fires from far away have been taking me back. Thank you!