I love catching random scents on the wind
Doesn't happen a lot in the wintertime
But today
In the chill
I caught one
I hunted the archives
Trying to place it
It was close to - but not exactly like - freedom
Not the wave-your-flag, America-rules-the-world kind
But a deeper sort
And it had a tinge of love
Not the hard-core-passionate-sorry-excuse-for-love
But something more intimate
Softer
Like
The smell of another on your clothes
Remaining after a lingering hug
Or the aromas that only poke their head out at Christmas
The sweetness of new rainfall soaking into the afternoon
Fresh snow
Warm nights
The touch of light on a lovely face
Carressing with elegant fingers
I savored it
The rare taste of the perfect morsel
Stroking the tongue
Reminding me that beautiful things
Still desire to be near me
And I loved it
This visitor passing through
In the wintertime
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