I can smell home. I can see it with my heart’s eye. Old moments, scents, conversations. Warm embraces. Christmas, Easter, funerals, and weddings. All together. Mingled, swirling in my chest like a torch.
All the sunset skies my eyes have witnessed, the fervor of the late dances. The brandy and winemaking. The corn fields, my grandmother’s hands kneading bread.
All the shades of green and rushed buzzing sounds. A paradise of colors and noises.
What a dance! What a life! So much pain and loss and beauty, all at once.