Challenge
Lavender and Honeysuckle
To wander in a field of flowers, surrounded by fresh blooms everywhere. Write about what you think the experience is like, what colors the sky may be painted, what you hear, or what you feel. The sensation of grass tickling the soles of your feet, perhaps? Maybe the sweet but not overwhelming scent of the blossoms? Good luck :)
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Old memories
Old memories tend to hit the hardest in depressive times. From the honey suckles my brother and I hunted for in the backyard of our old house. To the lavender my grandmother would put into her nighttime tea, the smell would always consume the house and bring happiness to every nook and cranny.
This life seemed distant but it was mine. Funny to think that the sadness of losing a loved one consumed me and the memories I held dear.
The smell of spices and the gentle yet salty breeze that entered through our open back door leading to the ocean, they almost seemed unreal. You almost seemed unreal.
I couldn’t reach the memories. At least not today.