Coincidence

The light so sweet on the white walls, on the pine wood, on the dusty books and records. The sound of birds, the sense of calm, the joy of waking up to a beautiful day, on those white sheets. And then the smell, smell of plants, smell of tobacco, smell of the future. And in the middle of it all, the smell of bergamot in the steam rising from the cup, the smell of happiness.

That very same smell went by today, and gone it was, just like before.