Awesome cover!
And billytea never fails to deliver.
ION...
I've been thinking a lot about sense memory today. See, I used a new body wash, purported to be sandalwood and cocoa butter. And as I sniffed, I was transported back to summers at Ghost Ranch, showering in Corral Block's community showers. I was recalling how the path to Chimney Rock started behind Corral Block, and the nights I spent up there, wary of falling over the edge. And the hospital surplus beds in Corral Block, and volunteering for daycare duty, and of little Sarah with cerebral palsy. The walk to the caf under the shadow of Kitchen Mesa, the cougars we'd watch prowl its edges, the storms as we climbed the other mesa to the housing above. Dartgrass wars amongst the children of pacifists. Of the blowing cottonwood fluff, and the fresh cut alfalfa. Of the coyotes' howls at dusk from the refuge and the whickering of the horses down past the cantina. Drifting to late night conversations of our parents about Sanctuary and arrests and trials and routes while we bunked in the casitas and teepees. Snapdragons and jello.
Why? Because the fancy Dove body wash smells like Dial, the staple soap found in the community bathroom.
I ought to go back someday.
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