Found myself totally unprepared.
Memories bursting...flooding!
Muddy mix of joy and sorrow.
Sensory overload.
Honeysuckle!
Memories of a different path
suspended in fragrance.
Turned around.
Retreated.
… Exhaled
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Oh yes Mr Bojczuk you have me on this one. The countryside where I come from is strewn with honeysuckle (and bluebells in season) and the power of the scent to evoke memories is astonishing: utterly heartbreaking or truly elating depending on the connection - had both.. intensely powerful, and you've portrayed that effect highly convincingly. Brief but right on the money. jim