Come what may

The branch at which  I am working today smells like my sister  Beth’s house.  I know that  smell links us to many memories,  but, this is not so much a memory, as I was only recently there, it’s more of  a transcendence.  I also realize that  if you think about it too much and try to capture it, it's lost.  I have to know it only in its  vagueness, in the  moments when I’m not actually thinking about it, that’s when I can catch it and sit with the familiar and the missed presence that goes along with the woodsy earthy essence, that Is so particular and specific, that I’m shocked it would exist anywhere but there.