Putting up some fencing this morning. Ran out of materials. Here in town, there is a little tiny hardware store that is jam packed full of everything you could ever possibly think about wanting. It's kind of awesome.
the summer, they keep the front door propped open, and today was the
first day I've ever been there with the door closed. A very strong aroma
hit me as I walked through the door.
I breathed in deeply. It smells like...
Saturday morning trips to the hardware store with my dad. He'd buy me little gifts. Candy bars. Key chains. Notebooks. Pens.
I didn't care much about the gifts. I just wanted to be near him.
People would say we had the same smile. I'd talk his ears off. He'd
explain to me how he was going to fix whatever it was he was fixing. I'd
listen intently, even if I didn't really understand.
I'm used to smells and sights and experiences triggering flashbacks.
I'm not used to those flashbacks being so simple and happy.