Tree Kiss

On my walk today I stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk and searched around for where the sweet scent was coming from. It may have been the row of blossoming fruit trees in front of a house. Like many scents, it played with my subconscious and made me wonder whether I had smelled it at another happy time, or just wish I had.

There were other moments like that on my walk. The day was cloudy, but the trees were becoming full with spring leaves, so the faint shadows they cast made nooks that felt romantic rather than dark.

One very tall tree, with its swaying branches and fluttering leaves, let through glimmers of light that produced an especially amorous air. I wanted to kiss. I wanted to kiss like I had that one time in that one place that was halfway between fantasy and deja vu.

For now it was just me and the tree, but it was nice.