I don’t know how to describe the smell but if you live somewhere where you get all four season you know that smell. I also love saying “I can smell rain” before it hits. Makes me feel like I’m about to get into some long monologue about the beauty of fall while sitting on a porch.
the earthy compound geosmin from soil bacteria and plant oils secreting petrichor, mingle with a bit of ozone from stormy skies to make that comforting “just rained” scent
we make silly mistakes and have regrets and they hurt our pride and it’s awkward yeah sure ok but hear me out: sometimes what we are looking for (in any context) lies in revisiting, refining, reliving, remembering. or it lies in the process of doing so. it’s something i’ve been reckoning with recently. if something we learned from the past made us feel something, what can we pull from it? can it be resurrected? or made better? or can we use that feeling elsewhere? sorry for the conceptual philosophical rec that I’ll forget writing but i won’t be able to go to bed unless i write this itchy thought down somewhere
“Once I get my body right/my money up/my skin cleared up, it’s over for y’all!” And if you don’t do any of that, cool! That doesn’t make you any less valid! Things take time. We only have so much of it in this life and we spend too much of it thinking about ourselves. Forgive yourself. Forgiving ourselves for being where we are in the present moment frees up mental capacity for us to more meaningfully engage in the world and live outside of our own thoughts. And that’s what feeds our souls. Not looking or being perfect.
