50 Word Stories: Aroma

Old, leather chairs have certain unmistakable aromas. Perhaps it’s the skin of the animals they heralded from, their pastures, the farms they called home? Perhaps not. I often overthink these things. As for me, I believe they take on the scents of those who cherish them. Like love, aromas linger.

Mauve Moments

Caught in mauve moments,

Lavender on the breeze,

Swaying to the perfumes of life,

I breathe.

Chest expanding,

Lungs filter relaxants,

I close my eyes and know peace.

If only every moment 

Could be mauve.

If only every moment 

Could be like this.

Cleansed in the gentlest way,

Eyes stay closed a little longer.

And there’s so many more breaths to come.

Breathe out.