Today it was the smell of sunscreen that stopped me: not on my skin, but from someone walking by.Just like that, I was back in a memory I hadn’t visited in years. A beach towel, a magazine, the sun not yet too hot.It’s strange how scent works. How it opens doors without asking, and reminds you who you’ve been without needing you to go anywhere.
Now Note: the smell of before
Today it was the smell of sunscreen that stopped me: not on my skin, but from someone walking by.Just like that, I was back in a memory I hadn’t visited in years. A beach towel, a magazine, the sun not yet too hot.It’s strange how scent works. How it opens doors without asking, and reminds you who you’ve been without needing you to go anywhere.