Smells of St. John
Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 10:04 am
I was walking in a parking lot the other day when I was overwhelmed by a smell.
It smelled like Bay Rum and when I closed my eyes I could swear I was on St. John. But when I opened my eyes I was still in a parking lot.
Since moving to Florida I have smelled many smells, heard sounds and seen sights that instantly transport me mentally to St. John. It could be the trees, or the ocean, maybe flowers, or a bird that makes a noise similar to the coqui frog. Could be the sea grapes and palm trees fringing the white sand beaches here. Could also be the barracuda that lives by the rock close to shore. But, still they aren't on St. John. And neither am I.
It's these small moments that make me turn my head to catch a better glimpse, inhale harder and longer, or close my eyes and listen that make me certain that the salt and sand of St. John have seeped into my cells and keep calling me back.
It smelled like Bay Rum and when I closed my eyes I could swear I was on St. John. But when I opened my eyes I was still in a parking lot.
Since moving to Florida I have smelled many smells, heard sounds and seen sights that instantly transport me mentally to St. John. It could be the trees, or the ocean, maybe flowers, or a bird that makes a noise similar to the coqui frog. Could be the sea grapes and palm trees fringing the white sand beaches here. Could also be the barracuda that lives by the rock close to shore. But, still they aren't on St. John. And neither am I.
It's these small moments that make me turn my head to catch a better glimpse, inhale harder and longer, or close my eyes and listen that make me certain that the salt and sand of St. John have seeped into my cells and keep calling me back.